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The Deadly Touch

Poetry By: DarkStern

this is a poem of a man that joined a group of demon worshippers and wants out

Submitted:Mar 10, 2013    Reads: 25    Comments: 2    Likes: 3   


goes the clock as it strikes twelve

the blood runs down it's face

I hear him scream

yet I torture more

My next victim goes pale as paste

he see thy scarred face

everyone that touches me now dies from thy darkness

those that come to know thyself die

now death is my name for I sold thy soul

for mere coin

I suffer from a curse i sighned in thy skin

my clan kills for him


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