I walk through this hell called earth, Upon where I was birthed, The devil's knocking on my door, For which his tricks he will lore, He sees me lying there awake, To see my bodie quiver there like a quake, No angels around no pearly gates, As he walks closer to seal my dreadfull fate, To the world he takes me called hell, With no soul to trade either to sell, For this is the price I must pay, Which there is no god that I did say, I walk this place so cold and alone, No guidness for which is not shown, So all I can do is sit around, Cause this is hll on earth I am bound. Matthew Scott-Edward Waggoner Copyright ©2001 Matthew Waggoner
Reason for writing:
Mosly life. I'm new at this Im trying So be honest please. Good or bad I need both k. ty
Birth sign: Leo
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