The angel of death

by ~* gifted little fallen~*   Mar 9, 2007


When the angel of death comes knocking on your door,

You feel a chill for you know it is something you cant ignore

For he has come to claim your life

Believe it or not it is your time to die

In his cloak of darkness

You can see his eerie likeness

of all the scary movies come true

and your darkest nightmare has come true

And leave your defenses white and pure

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