Deaths Gates

by Grayson   Apr 23, 2006


Skulls and skeletons hang from the Enormous death door,
They take the life from people for a daily chore,
You cant help but imagine what it would be like to stand at these huge dark gates,
The man in front of you, next in line he waits,
So don't make mistakes in life, and if you do don't whine,
Because you might be next in line...

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  • 18 years ago

    by Silverbrant

    In my personal opinion i think it could be a bit better if you break it up a little more? only a thought