Beyond the realms of death
 

..lies beneth the earth a beast
and all is well
as he rots in hell
but he's soon to be released
in myth made by man
he's dismissed but not deceased
and to the church he came
he saw, he maimed
and pissed upon the priest

rawhead, you screamed as you bled
now your loss is his gain
as he inhales your final breath
you're dead, and with no regrets
he'll gather up your remains
and drag you down the trail of death

he thrives upon demise
with hatred in his eyes
he came to kill
and kill he will
he'll cut you down to size
there's nowhere left to run
the game is lost, he's won
he rips your eyes
and drinks your cries
surprise, your dead, your done

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Its death metal night at casa Gutterboy. Pro-pain brings back the memories.

:feels-hot

so mable says to mable he says

death is a very scary thing, although i think once i get past my selfishness and pride, i can walk through that valley.

somehow i dont think it will be that easy.

:glugglug

Memories of the Dead
by Jamdin

I have vivid memories of the dead
As they scream from their graves.
They long to be among the living
For the darkness they cannot brave.

I remember being in my bed of purple velvet
Hearing those damn souls trying to break free.
Every night I claw at my prison in hopes
That eternal death I would someday see.

As I walk upon the graves of my loved ones,
I try to block the memories of the dead.
Your blood beckons to me and I must submit
For returning to my grave is what I dread.

Running From A Sin
by Jamdin

Scattered bodies lie in the rain
As the sirens wail its sorrow.
Everyone that I knew has been slain,
And only I will live to see tomorrow.
Will they be Abel to my Cain?
Lightning flashes in the dark sky
As my tears begin to flow.
I must go without saying goodbye
Before my body starts to glow.

Running footsteps, swirling lights,
And who knows what else haunts me.
I must stand my ground and fight
Before my enemies' souls run free.

I have laughed for a million years,
And I remember my original sin.
My heart no longer hold fear
Since I drowned it in old gin.

Ah heck, it can't be that bad. You never hear about anyone coming back here to complain about it do you?

:1orglaugh :thumbsup