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The Grim Reaper


He said lets play a game, Have you ever danced in flames? You've had your life to dwell, so either way your going to hell. I stare into coal black eyes, then have the sudden urge to die. i never thought it was my fate, to burn hells gates. I became a demon, set my soul free like a freeman, i feel nothing but bliss, living in hells abyss. The monster i've beocme, the beatingof the red drum. he takes my heart from me, please hear my desperate plea please.............
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