izzy barnwell

Rookie (July 19,2001 / Jacksonville, Flordia)

The Birth Of Death - Poem by izzy barnwell

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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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 28, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, October 29, 2011


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