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Bitter Tears

This Hell-ish Tears
Shed Over His Grave
Are For Words Words Left Un-Heard
And Deeds Left Un-done
Thy Head Lays Still
With Lips Pale 
A Body Of Which No Movement 
Lays Her Lover Dead
Jealously Killed Him
But His Greed Was Slim
His Heart Left Un-Found
But A'las He's In The Ground. 
His Coffin Hits The Dirt 
But He Feels No Hurt.
Thy Lover Is Dead
And This Shall Be His Bed.
This Dark Cold Night 
He Shall Take His Flight.
Not To Heaven Nor Hell
But To The Mall Who Made Him Fell.
He Shall Have His Revenge ..
This I Pledge
Blood Fills The Streets
Of All His Enemies.
This Demon Shall Not Be Fed.
Until Thy Very Last Is Dead.
Written by demons_mistress (ImmaKiNG)
Published | Edited 21st Jun 2012
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