
A poem for my story BloodLines.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry - Words: 116 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 06-23-12 - id: 3035130
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The Dark Of The Dawn
The future was written a long time ago
Written by hand of the beast down below
The heavens have warned us, there's hell now to pay
The debt be collected upon Judgement Day
Your sins and your virtues be never forgave
I'll lend you a shovel to dig your own grave
I'll scathe you, I'll maim, I'll strangle your faiths
Your ending will come with the War of the Wraiths
A war to be fought on a mound of remains
The dead and the living now free of their chains
The victor shall stand, encircled by pyres
The coming decided by Legion of Liars
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