Ok, so I do poetry. Or at least I dabble in it. However it ain't your lovey dovey poems. Sadly, it's a dark form of poetry....Quite like Edgar Allen Poe. However that doesn't mean I write in Ye Olde English. My gosh, people would sleep before then. I am hesitating bout releasing the poetry. I'll think bout it. And for whatever I post in the future, let me make clear I am not in occult. I can go before the Cross and swear. For now, here's a small taste:
With darkest soul,
In blackest night,
Evil shall take its toll,
Till mortals die of fright.
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Here come's the Grim Reaper |