Amber Jones

Rookie (06/08/94 / Saint John's Hospital, Springfield, Illinois)

Death's Grip - Poem by Amber Jones

Lay limp in death's grasp.
There is no more to fight for
As you're stabbed with pins.
Let this forever be known,
That if you cross his threshold,

You will die.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 27, 2010

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