This is the Time of Dying

Thu, 06/05/2014 - 22:16 -- TameraJ

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Faces blur as the room spins

Round and round it goes

Till you fall to the ground

Friends and family starts to fade

Life starts to loose grip

Reality hits you in the face

Love burst into little pieces

Hate takes over

Nothing left for you here

Soul disperse into the dark forest

Here he will greet you

Here he will place you

Here he will make torcher be like non other

Here he will give you a new meaning in pain

Here you will never forget all of the sins you committed

Here is where you will lie in the blistering cold

Here is where you will never know the meaning of Heaven

Of Peace and Prosper

This is Torcher

This is Pain

This is your worst nightmare

This is Hell

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