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by zachok Feb 22, 2005 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
I am death, I will rip away your soul, I am here to take your last breath, It is your life I control, Ripping it to pieces, In such finesse, As your morality decreases, All your sins and lies you will confess.
by Andrea
i like the style...very upfront...