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The Gate of Death

Once you have entered the gate there is no turning back. Inside the gate lies mountains crusted with black dust. Birds with bulging eyes and unknown sounds that makes your heart swell with fear. Crackling of the ground below you with lava pockets swelling from the ground. Inside the gate is a garden of death just waiting for it's oponet. Death awaits and will challenge you into a death fight. It will destroy you and bury you in the ' black dust of the mountains. You will melt and be tortured by the bulging eyes of the birds. Your eyes will be plucked like a feather. And your remains will be a prisoner inside the gate until you turn to sand and the gate of death will continue to feed off your bones.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 4/30/2011 2:57:00 PM
Enjoyed reading your work this eve...Sara
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Date: 4/30/2011 2:32:00 PM
Great feeling and emotion.
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