I’m feeling death creeping up behind me well in my sleepless dream’s of this ever after night of Hell within my unwanted mind of dream’s.
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Beholded my beloved poet’s of everlasting death feel my forever pain of dying blood pooring down my neck,runing like a river on down this street’s of mortal life in between this city beyond this moonlite night of my bleeding blood of empty life that will not die well into this desert sun light.
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