Looming in the distance, A long raod awaits, At the end of the path, Await the large gates. A lingering picture, Sharp and intimidating, Its constant presence, Is unmittigating. It looms in the darkness, It reeks of death, Approching ever closer, You draw your last breath. You know time is short, Judgement's at hand, You prepare to recieve, Your eternal brand. Etched on your flesh, It slowly eats away, This is but one price, You must now pay. The rest will come later, At a far better time, You will pay slowly, For each and every crime. You're stuck here now, Never to be free, Welcome to your impending doom, Welcome.......to me.
Reason for writing:
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Birth sign: Leo
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