The Rise Of The Creature
The Days wil end, when the dark lord spreds his wingsand take a heading twards all off us, all off the
sinners, and darkness wil rule us all,
he wil laugh, when he turn you in to his slaves and servants, for all eternity.
and the heavenly prince does not have the strength to stand against him,
he wil fall to the earth broken and defeated, a meare human like everyone else,
nothing he can do wil help us anny more.
im glad i can't see the future.
Poetry by Molloh
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Written on 2006-06-27 at 21:21
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