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| Death out of hatred it was created out of greed it does breed from the down of mankind to the spawn of the end it lasts and casts its devastating spell similiar to hell from jealousy it came from heresy it remains over years it's caused fears it's caused pain it ends the reign of the thing called life with its strife we shun it condemn it run from it and never accept it for it is death it brings your last breath when there's nothing left count on death ~erika boal |
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