Ring of Death

One, three, four

The only numbers

That burned my skull

The flashing

Of the devil’s eyes

Crushed mine

The roaring

Of his voice

Shattered my ears

The X on my chest

Began to fade

There was no cure

For my illness

Only shaking hands

With Death himself

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