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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required 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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