Prince of Death

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    Prince of Death

     Time and time again,
    Annoted by sin.
    He steals peoples last dying breath,
    The Prince of Death.

    Murdering the helpless..,
    The sinless..,
    The poor.
    They run forever around Hell's vast moor.

    Blood filling the floor.
    Men and women running thourgh the door.
    Death awaits,
    Theres no escape from your fate.

    As it hears your screams of agony,
    I smile in sadistic glee.
    Through my hands your blood shall seap,
    For your souls I shall reap!

    Because I am the Prince of Death.
    I am..,
    I am..,
    The Prince of Death!

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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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