Brianna Wilshusen

Rookie - 0 Points (June 22,1992 / Waterville)

Time - Poem by Brianna Wilshusen

It's your time to die,
Just like allthe rest.
Your time is now,
You'll go to hell.
Hell is the beginning,
hell is the end.
That's where you'll find me,
Watching all their pain.
Feeling the hate,
Feeling the pain.
All their pain,
Gives me joy.
I feelit,
Ilove it,
The utter disaray.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 9, 2008

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