Mar 17, 2008
All around, All around sinister creatures gather.
Dread grows as doom's scythe falls against our neck.
It smites us and darkly the essence drips to the thirsty earth.
In madness, we cry out, while oblivion laughs cruely.
Now alone, our supplication falls upon uncareing eyes.
This is our death.
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