Life After Death

by fred   Aug 4, 2005


Life After Death

Life is like a knife,
Ready to stab you.
While your blood drips,
And the soul is escaping.
People are laughing,
At the death of another.
Preparing for the worst,
When there’s more to come.
Life after death,
My life is full of pain.
I’m to blame,
Is what they say.
Torture in hell,
Praised in heaven.
You decide,
On your path.
Only you,
Can change your fate.
I’ve already chosen mine,
And I will pay for it.
Be careful what you do,
You can’t change what you do.
Every second someone dies,
You might be next.

By Fred Smith

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  • 19 years ago

    by CHOKE

    Ok ThEn I'lL pRaY tHaT yOu ArEn'T nExT...yOu ArE tOo GoOd Of A pErSoN tO wAsTe AwAy In ThE pAlMs Of ThE dEvIl...5/5!
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