Go to Hell
I’m a fragile, dead corpse six feet under.
A malignant and deadly being,
So hand to me my belongings;
That being my blackened wings.
My power shall end you.
Your being will fall.
I shall reign.
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Copyright © Nicole King | Year Posted 2010
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