Death, by Kicon
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Wherever I go
People freeze and yell
Because I’m sent to get them
Now I have a story to tell
I am the shadow
They scream in fright
My element is darkness
I travel in the night
Can you guess who I am?
Please just try
Fine, I shall tell you
Death is I
I’m the ripper of families
The tearer of hearts
Don’t think I like my job
Some say I’m just doing my part
My story is finished
This job must be done
You’re going to hell
Try to have some fun
Good-bye
Memo: I was in a really dark mood when I wrote this. |
Posted: 2007-11-05 04:29:26 UTC |
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