I stalk the innocent, in a blanket of night, As I soar above the clouds Faster than light. I see my prey below miles it would seem a small wounded animal waiting for me... For my cloak is a dagger piercing your soul take you to a place of sorrow and woe The depths of hell, to burn your heart, The gates of heaven, that would not part. I see where you are, I know what you do, you can never escape me, Never stray from my view. I know what to do, to take your pain away, Your message of love, is gone needless to say. You see it's my job, and I do it well, to take your soul, to the gates of HELL! Copyright © 1998 By Matches return to friends poems Email: matches@ThePentagon.com
I stalk the innocent,
I see my prey below
For my cloak is a dagger
The depths of hell,
I see where you are,
I know what to do,
You see it's my job,
Copyright © 1998 By Matches
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