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Requiem of Death (A Wicked Soul's Wet Dream)
Contributed by
TheLastStringCut
on
Friday, 3rd September 2004 @ 03:54:39 PM in AEST
Topic:
happypoetry
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I hope to hell you hear the bell
For here he comes to take his fill
He devours soulds for fun, for fun!
So if you hear him, just run, just run!
His head is large and beneath a hood
He comes from hell to feast on blood
His scythe swings with the weight of a ton, a ton!
So if you see him just run, just run!
His breath is rank and stinks of death
You'll smell his stank even after your final rest
He smells of cheese, rotting cheese, bad cheese!
So if you smell him just flee, just flee!
He's made of bone and's hard to the touch
If you even feel him, you won't feel him much
If you feel his touch, you'll die, you'll die!
So if you feel him just fly, please fly!
My work is done, you're lifeless on the floor
I had my fun, I shut your door
Your soul is mine forevermore
Maybe you shoulda screamed a little more!
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Re: Requiem of Death (A Wicked Soul's Wet Dream)
(User Rating: 1 ) by poetmarie on
Friday, 3rd September 2004 @ 04:31:36 PM AEST (User
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I like it - it's funny despite it's dark subject. You had fun writing this one huh. |
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