Treasure Island

Isabella Epona

(Garrestville)

Slave


I am the slave of death
I bring forth pain and sorrow
I never sleep and never weep
I am the slave of death.

I bring fourth the famine
Of starvation and hope
I test the ones of little faith
I am the slave of death.

I have never seen the light
I never cease to fight
I live alone but never stop
I am the slave of death.

I will come to visit you when you are all alone
I’ll take you by the hand
And give you the sweet kiss of death
I am the slave of death.

Everyone has a purpose and this is mine
Do not be mad at me
For this was not my choice, but destiny
I am the slave of death.

When your last breathe is taken
I’ll be gentle and I’ll be quick
And I will lead you to the light
I am the slave of death.

Submitted: Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Edited: Saturday, August 28, 2010

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