THE HANDS OF FATE

I traveled to the land where thunder lies 

Heard the screams of a virgin sacrifice

Walked through the dark lord’s deepest layer

Heard his followers chant his prayer

Ran from this world I couldn’t escape

They leave your body, it’s your soul they rape

They own your life, even before your death

I suggest you have a plan, when you take your last breath

You’d better start now, before it’s too late

The hours creep by, the hands of fate

You’re losing your mind, but you’re already insane

You think you hurt now, but you’ve yet to feel pain

I speak from knowledge, I know this is real

The pain that I’ve felt, the pain that you’ll feel

So consider my words, when you take your last breath

It’s your soul in hell, when you enter death

Original Poetry Written By:

Eryn Dunbar

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