Deaths sythe

by damont   Jul 22, 2009


Knocking on deaths door
a dog answered
hell bound to chains
and warriors made pussy at its roar

the grim reaper lopped his head off
freeing him from the chains
leaving its body to fall down
wiped the blood of the sythe
picked up its head and walked away

part 2 coming later

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