Played By Doom's Hand

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic


The wings of death and the hands of doom always work so closely together.

Submitted: July 06, 2018

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I can feel the clock ticking down,

 

It seems my night is over in this town,

 

Once more time to bust,

 

Lost once more everyone's trust,

 

The road looks better at night,

 

When you're speeding  like a bird's flight,

 

Time to head to a new place,

 

Where I'm another new face,

 

So trusting of strangers,

 

They never suspect the danger,

 

I've collected so many trophies from those kind of folk,

 

Watches,heirlooms,and the like

 

They never suspect me until their neighboor's heads are left on pikes,

 

Its an old two for one,

 

You lose your treasures and friends under dawn's new sun,

 

I laugh at how weak these people can be,

 

For it's too late when the blade comes free,

 

I work with the speed of death,

 

My hands snuffle out their last breath,

 

A plauge on this hallowed land,

 

Yet here I go playing doom's hand


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