The Birth Of Death Poem by izzy barnwell

The Birth Of Death



When the grave yard spins
and the demons awaken
you better watch out
your parents dont belive you but you swear you saw a face in the mirror
The devil sets out giving Birth to Death
And names the baby SIN
The smell of stale blood is in the air
Giving Birth To Death

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izzy barnwell

izzy barnwell

Jacksonville, Flordia
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