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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..
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Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 11:35 AM UTC
Hell hound
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..
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Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 11:35 AM UTC
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