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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The sound of the word Frightens me The thought of it Drains me A thief of space It visits you When you least expect It entertains itself It severs the love That binds people un-suspecting-ly Why not warn Of your unwarranted arrival It strikes fear into the mind Eating deep Into the core Of ones system Oh I wait for that day When your demise Will be heralded Awaiting for your doom Oh I wait For the day the messiah Will appear in the sky Like a thief in the night And put an end to you What a glorious day It will be Your burial Graced by the universe To rejoice over you The faceless assassin Oh the kings arrival Is what gives us respite Cause he will wipe Every sorrow away No more pain,crying,sorrow Your end will be announced. What a day it will be But be watchful Ready to prevail Eternally Cause Death And the grave Shall herald a tormentor For those who miss The coming of the King And torment his prisoners The sight of that frightens Me Under a more cruel master Then all hope will be lost Cause the king Would have taken up his own Forever The Anti-christ Under the control Of the tormentor Shall rule the world Without respite for the "left behinds" To regain their place With the king With their blood They shall pay Then they will plead For the warm hands of death It won't comply Until the weary will Give in And sell their soul Till eternity Where they shall Suffer eternal damnation Till eternity And the master of destruction Shall reign supreme Over those who turned away From the saving grace Of the Almighty which he gives Without a fee but whose worth Is beyond comprehension And its value eternal
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