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March 13 2006


You hear the voice of Death,
She traces her cold fingers over your face,
you feel the cold chills run down your spine,
you feel your heartbeat decrease,
her dead lips touch yours,
silence surrounds you,
And you follow her into the night.



brandi gates

March 13 2006
I LIKE IT, I LIKE IT, ITS LIKE SCARY IT SHOWS THE WIERD SID EOF DEATH..................BUT ITS GOOD

me

March 13 2006
oooooo- i got a chill!!!!hahahaha. sounds great!