Death To All Poem by Anna White

Anna White

Anna White

Born-Grosse Point Lived intill 4-St. Clair Shores

Death To All



Death to all who follow thrue
Every thing there sent to do
To every one who sees me
As i was suposted to be
May there death be nice and slow
Intill i strike the final blow
The more they feal the pain
The more i gain
So may they die at my hand
Then hear the marching band

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Anna White

Anna White

Born-Grosse Point Lived intill 4-St. Clair Shores
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