Tuesday, 1 May 2018

The Death Bell

Death never cease his love for me.
Day after day his love increase.
My hatred towards him was measureless.
But as I grow old my hatred die out,
Like I drank the love potion,
Cannot resist him.

When the death bell ring.
The pale ridden and I will be one.
Like that of true love fade.
At the end of the day,
Death and I will be together,
When the Death bell ring.

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