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My Death
I felt your icy fingers upon my soul as you gazed into my eye.
I heard your demons beckoning as you lifted up your Scythe.
You called my name within your list as you wrung your hands in glee.
You beckoned my soul to heed your call but you won’t set me free.
I’ve earned a special place in your realm of suffering and pain.
You’ve waited for souls just like mine in this existence and plane.
I’d lead your minions of harvested souls that have lost their way in life.
To enhance Mankind’s suffering by creating mass pain and strife.
I’d be forced to live and to suffer on the Earth right now.
I’d have no joy and misery by taking unhallowed vows.
I’d exist on this plane in misery with the ignorant souls on this Earth.
I’d corrupt all the innocent souls from the time of their birth.
Since time began you searched throughout and harvested souls like mine.
You patiently waited for our time of death and collected us by design.
Some are minions, some are demons and some are like I am;
We would exist on this Earth as Generals of the Damned.
You commanded me to survive and corrupt all innocent souls,
By recruiting your minions one at a time by manipulation and control.
Exuding your will through maliciousness, I get the souls you desire.
So you’ll have the souls you crave for your unholy funeral pyre.
I heard your demons beckoning as you lifted up your Scythe.
You called my name within your list as you wrung your hands in glee.
You beckoned my soul to heed your call but you won’t set me free.
I’ve earned a special place in your realm of suffering and pain.
You’ve waited for souls just like mine in this existence and plane.
I’d lead your minions of harvested souls that have lost their way in life.
To enhance Mankind’s suffering by creating mass pain and strife.
I’d be forced to live and to suffer on the Earth right now.
I’d have no joy and misery by taking unhallowed vows.
I’d exist on this plane in misery with the ignorant souls on this Earth.
I’d corrupt all the innocent souls from the time of their birth.
Since time began you searched throughout and harvested souls like mine.
You patiently waited for our time of death and collected us by design.
Some are minions, some are demons and some are like I am;
We would exist on this Earth as Generals of the Damned.
You commanded me to survive and corrupt all innocent souls,
By recruiting your minions one at a time by manipulation and control.
Exuding your will through maliciousness, I get the souls you desire.
So you’ll have the souls you crave for your unholy funeral pyre.
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