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| "The king" The night is my kingdom the shadows are my freinds In the night I am the king When the sun rises I set not to rise befor the moon bathing in its silver light The sun is my eternal enemy the moon my allie, togheter we will be victorious through the nova |
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| "Armageddon" The beast from within bursting to get out into the world of the living dead and feed of there souls Under the sun of Eve the wolfes are crying out their houl of horror, ready to swiftly stricke and devour humanity |
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| "Justice" Today love is high, all around kisses in the air no one knows their destanie Tommorow death is deep Suddenly a cloud of poison entraps the park chooking every breath from the mouths of the lovers Only I was not stricked by the breeth of doom as I walked through a sea of silent screems Today death is deep |
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| "Lost demon" As i see life expeirer i can feel no pity with the doomed souls. It gives me a kick to watch the people screem out their pain. I laugh when they take their final breath Longfully awaiting my turn, but I as doomed as they, doomed to wander this scorced earth, with all its faults. I wish for the masters return, so I can be sacrificed to the demon, who will dewore my soul. |
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| "The truth" When touched by death i could feel my blood bursting into flames, but feelt no pain, for now i could see, Satan is my master (to get it right, I dont belive in Satan) |
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| "The end" As I wander in the shadow of life, I feel that someone is watching me, like through a mirror Every where i go and am I can always feel someone watching me, even in my scraes sleep Little did I know that it was death itself watching me it was now my turn to feel his cold touch |
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| "Was I right?" I Put the gun against my head and pull the trigger, and now its too late to regret, but should I regret? I'll never fell pain and sorrow again, never feel hunger, never feel thirst. And I won't feel the pain or loath of life. But it makes me sad that I won't see my friends again and I won't laugh at there jokes. This brings tears to my eyes. I don't know if I made the right dession, I won't feel pain, but I won't feel joy either. Where my dession the right one? I can't decide. |
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| Its not allowed to copy or in any other way use any of the poems without my permission | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||