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In a shroud  of darkness 
Her  stallion  neighs , leading death  to 
where death preys. 
As black as the night  as cruel  as the day 
Her aura speaking , in different  shades of 
grey 
Steadying her steed ,the stench  of fear 
she inhales,
A smile  so malicious , in comparison even 
Hades would pale.

In blood  soaked  linen she prowls  the 
streets  
Watching  and yearning  for hatred  to 
spill  free 
For blood to seek  blood  for vengeance to 
covet thee 
In the darkness  of the shadows  she 
patiently waits 
For when death calls, even fate  makes  
haste.

In the valley  of death, 
A golden gate is all that stands in the way
Of greedy wicked souls  and  judgement 
day
Peter's  gates seal shut And death stakes 
it's claim 
With a reign so great  even the Roman 
empire  of olde,  would  in fear,disappate.

It sends  forth its flails 
A sentence to forever serve,  
For  when a black  soul  is captured 
Only it's charred flesh remains unburnt.

Into the flesh of the damned  it  sinks it's 
ravenous teeth 
Untill  their black  hearts  
have no blood to bleed
Christened with the power of Hell's 
unrelenting Prince 
To the depths of the underworld each 
soul  is dragged  through  hell 's fire,  
forever to stay

Alas! Not even the most powerful  can 
conquer  death 
Their wretched lives full of  fear and hate 
Can  never compare  to their  gruesome 
fate 
They scream in agony, fuelling hell's 
vengeful fire with their pain 
Their burning bodies for all eternity  , in 
hell 's fire will remain.

No bad deed, remains hidden,  
no soul  left unturned. 
For when death stakes it's claim 
Time shudders and in the name of destiny  
you will  disappear. 
Once death's icy grips stain your foul soul 
You will learn that even an infant , 
suckling  on it's  mother's  breast,  is not a 
pure  soul.
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