Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Come one come all take part in my fall

Come one come all I want you to play a role in my demise.
Dim the lights I bow my head and pass out the knives.
The bell chimes with volume that rattles your bones.
Now Don't be afraid it's time for great loyalty to be shown.
Thrust forth and stab deep bring me to my final sleep.
Take pride in knowing you have a blood stained knife.
From the night of my dear heartfelt demise.

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