Hel
An angels voice with a demons mind
He speaks the truth,yet the truth he hides.
He hungers for your soul,he's here to dine
Tonights the night and now is his time.
He knows your thoughts,he feels your fear
Excitment surges he knows your near.
The funs almost over it ends with your death
and all of the pleasure that comes as he tastes your last breath.
Copyright © Rachel Mygatt | Year Posted 2005
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