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Aug 2014
You made a pact, on the dotted line
Used a quill to cut your flesh
As blood did seep, the quill did drink
Signed your soul away,
Years you have to keep,
3650  Days,
300 Months,
10  Years,
To the day,
I will collect my purchase
Your soul,
For the wish that squandered away
Thinking you had forever,
But days soon turned too dust,
Months slowly become years,
Your time is twenty four hours
"Tick,"
"Tock,"
"Tick,"
"Tock,"
Then I roast your soul
Flay your skin,
Eternal damnation
But those that run, think they can hide,
No spell,
Can hide the scent of the blood on parchment
The hunt begins,
Beasts of hell, hounds on a hunt,
They ran from fire, to bring you in
Essence smelt,
Thinking your safe
Your biggest mistake,
Outside the door, howls heard,
So deafening their felt within the soul
Metal shreds like paper towels
Then what wasn't seen becomes whole
Screams not heard as
Flesh shredded, life runs out
Blood soaks the floor,
As life fades,
The master strokes its pet
Feeding it your leg,
Then the hell hound grabs  
Flesh,
Body,
Soul,
Takes its prize home
To that place called hell,
Your new eternal torment as it chews upon your soul..
Poetic T
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