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Run From Death

As a soul keeper I have sworn
To always wear black robes that are torn
And stalk all lost souls till morning dawn
This rule I haven’t grown too fawned
Because some souls get away
And cheat their way up the gold stairway
But sooner or later I’ll see them in hell
And I’ll torch-er them until they cant even yell
Maybe I’ll pluck out their eyes
And use them as some lucky dice
Maybe if your lucky Ill do it twice
Then ill feed you to my pack of wolves
Vicious and Ramp-id Like most trolls
Of course  they’ll rip your flesh from bone
And yes, You will die alone
Then you’ll come back to me
And always of course your eyes will see
Me standing next to the devil laughing
ya best be ready, for more torchering!

made another poem of death ... so much death lately o.O

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