Death Is Knocking at Your Door

by Alex   May 15, 2007


Death is knocking at your door.
He wishes to take you; you've been taking drugs from the store.

Death is coming to bring you with him.
You've been taking cigarettes.

Angels are bidding you farewell.
You wished to ignore them as well.

Now you shall have to cross the River Stynx.
To get to the other place, where you shall stink.

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