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the bane to my soul

Grief The sound of the word Frightens me.... the thought of it.... Drains me.... Grief.... A thief of space It visits you When you least expect It entertains itself Grief... It steals the love That exists between People.... Alas.... Why not warn Of your unwarranted arrival.... Grief... It stikes fear into the mind Eating deep... Into the core Of ones system... Grief... Oh I wait for that day When your demise Heralded.... Waiting for your doom... Grief... Oh I wait For the day the messiah Will appear.. 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 Away every sorrow... No more pain,crying,sorrow... Your end will be announced. What a day it will be But be watchful... Ready to prevail Eternally.... Cause grief... Shall reincarnate... And torment his prisoners Forever... 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... And grief.... Under his creator... 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 grief.. Till eternity... And the master Of grief... Shall reign supreme...

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