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Rated: E · Poetry · Dark · #1837409
....Not sure what the **** I was thinking at the time....
Wretched soul wallowing in blood,
        curse upon my name,
for I will bring justice upon you.

Spawn of demons reincarnate,
        I condemn you,
        forever in hell.

Prepare, soul, lost to us
        in the darkness
Your light has gone out,
    eternally  damned.

I can no longer pity your soul.

Tonight I will come to your door,
    prepare for my arrival.
        Soul of blood,
      you leave a trail.

A trail of blood spells your name to me.

I have now come,
to knock on your door.
This is the end for you,
Death has come calling.
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