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Death Marches Onward (by Erik Christensen)
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Death marches onward through the gates of Purgatory and
through your fields, so pay your dues and forget your
feuds and hide away from sight for death, he comes for you.
Slowly creeping up on you, lingering on the edge of every
shadow of the darkest night. Robes billowing and scythe
posed, beware his wrath, for with it comes never ending
torment and pain.
So remember when you march proudly into battle, death
marches with you, savoring the taste of the yet unspilled
blood and unsung pain which is soon to come. Knocking
whole down armies with a gesture of his fleshless hand
forcing all to bow before him, and when he comes for you,
be humbled by his dark embrace, and join his legion of the
damned in their never ending march towards eternity and
peace from their unimaginable agony and pain.
So run and pray my friend, your time is drawing near,
for death you will not hear, he sneaks up on you to
deliver his final blow
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