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It's the grandest defeat of them all She kisses your lips And releases your soul Snatching it from the home you’ve only known For only a wish and cent She will carry you to the dark world down below She’ll be your only guide past rivers of screaming spirits And the three headed hound who guards the kingdom of hell Through these glooming gates She will depart 
And you will face the judges of fate They will screech at the life you thought poured with everlasting innocence And from the three realms they will decide your final resting place
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May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 2:50 PM UTC
Death Wins in the End
It's the grandest defeat of them all She kisses your lips And releases your soul Snatching it from the home you’ve only known For only a wish and cent She will carry you to the dark world down below She’ll be your only guide past rivers of screaming spirits And the three headed hound who guards the kingdom of hell Through these glooming gates She will depart 
And you will face the judges of fate They will screech at the life you thought poured with everlasting innocence And from the three realms they will decide your final resting place
But my dear, be warned, for this will not be the end
TheWriteWay
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23/F/Minnesota
May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 2:50 PM UTC
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