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Mar 2017
There's something strange happening in this town
you can smell it in the air, it's all around
It's death himself and he's reaping souls
He's here to possess you, to place you in his fiery coals

There's no place to run, no place to hide
You are about to venture on this long sinister ride
The death ride you might say
Yes, the Grim Reaper is here to take you away

Your not the only one about to enter Satan's den
There are many others that have also sinned
This is the night of the unforgotten memory
this is the night that you will burn eternally

In the idle darkness, the end is drawing near
your heart is pounding madly in fear
As you see the hooded face of this eerie unknown stranger
you scream in ghostly horror at the sight of this creature

As you look upon his sinking cold eyes of death
it takes away your precious breath
And in your last few moments of recognition
you discover the savage blade of destruction

Now you have reached the realms of death
Mario William Vitale
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Mario William Vitale  48/M/Wolcott, Ct
(48/M/Wolcott, Ct)   
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