The End Of Life

Apparitions of past deviances
A lone rose blowing in the wind
Trampled by Satan collecting lost souls

I feel my worthless life ebbing away
Like the last cinder in a frozen over hell
I look to the heavens hoping to see the Holy Light
But it cannot penetrate the black smog of the damned

I glance down and feel a sharp pain
As my heart stops it’s pointless beating
And the Reaper ends my misery
With a merciful slash of his Scythe

My soul weeps in joy
As my carcass falls to the ground
And is torn apart by rabiid dogs

I fall into the depths of eternal pain
The never regions of the abyss
And i scream as i realise
I am back on Earth

The End

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