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by Unknown2Thyself Feb 4, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about death
The water ran black, and the sky turned red. The death of the people would come again, because the curse has come back. The darkness is coming over again, it's going to end the same way it began. With the death of every thing, when the death man sings. The streets are quiet, and the doors are locked. But that won't stop the death, that will spread out large.