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Deaths whisper tickeling my neck
Malice and scorn seen in my eyes
Is this my destiny?
My fate?
The black hell hound bearing his teeth
Ready to strike at a moments notice
"Why?" I ask "Why must I bear whitenes to this monstrosity?
This reched beast of whom bears his bloody red fangs."
I may not know the future, but if thy past bringith thy dimise
This be how it will end.
---by Chris Hale---
- by sins of the saints |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 03/12/2011 |
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- Title: Poem of a thousand deaths
- Artist: sins of the saints
- Description: Tell e how you perceive this poem and perhaps your soul can be saved.
- Date: 03/12/2011
- Tags: death hell
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- Xx-Forgotten Mist-xX - 03/15/2011
- Very good but going from madern day speaking to Shakespeare dialect was weird smile loved it though
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