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I LURK INTO THE DARK WALKING AIMLESSLY
EYES SEEING NOTHING BUT BLACK
I SHIVER FROM THE ICY COLD WIND THAT BLOWS THROUGH MY TANGLED HAIR AND WRAP MYSELF CLOSER INTO MY CLOAK THAT REASTS OVER MY THIN SHOULDERS AND BACK
HEARING NOTHING BUT A WHISPER OF MY OWN IMAGINATION THERE IS AN VOICE OF TEMPTATION, A SIN THAT IS CALLING

THE DARKNESS CLEARS AND UNVEILS A HELLISH PLACE NOT KNOWING WHAT TO DO I RUN TO THE NEAREST PLACE

I STOP TO SEE WHATS UNKNOWN TO ME

A BOY OF ONLY 18 WALKED UP SLOWLY TOWARDS ME

HE HAD A FACE OF AN ANGEL BUT EYES OF A DEVIL

HE SMIRKED AT ME AND TOLD ME:"WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF THE DEAD,YOU WILL NOW PAY FOR YOUR EVIL DEEDS"

WITH THAT SAID HE SNAPPED HIS FINGERS AND RIGHT THEN AND THERE I WAS TAKEN WAY BY THE GOD OF DEATH WHERE FOR AN ETERNITY I WOULD SUFFER.