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Zekkanhae, God of Death

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Shiver!

A fever.

Catch the knife.

A blink of the heart that grips like a vice.

Easy!

A smirk.

Hold the ropes.

A nine inch heart with nine inch hopes.

Awaken!

No fear.

Plunge the knife.

A blink of the tears that hold onto life.

Death!

She's cold.

Hear her scream.

A life now lived in her dark dream.

The End
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CurasiTayo You're currently reading the poem Zekkanhae, God of Death, which was posted on Mar 21, 2011 by CurasiTayo.

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"Shiver!
A fever.
Catch the knife.
A blink of the heart that grips like a vice..."

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