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The Sting of Death by sonja s lewis Sunday, March 16, 2003 Share Print Save Become a Fan The Reaper
As the sting of death creeps upon me, a chill over my shoulder like breath. Warm on my flesh as I take a look behind I see the future for me waiting. Life has took its tole on me and time to as the reaper make his way slowly to me He reaches out his hand for me to hold he said come with me you are mine now. I slowly took his hand and stared at him you are going to a place with me never to return or your friends to see hold on tight as we take our trip For the moment of truth is now at hand I am taking you to my promise land as we walk the path with motion so slow he says to me in a voice so low Welcome home my child Welcome to HELL
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Reviewed by carrie	3/17/2003

Dont let hell take over your life it is the Davils job to try for your soul, but with the help of God you can pray your way out of Hell no one has to go to Hell, you can over come all with the help of God, love ya,




Reviewed by Bill Murray	3/17/2003

Sonja, when things seem their darkest, then comes the light. Hold on and things will be all right. There is more than one right way in life and more that one wrong. Thread slowly takkng one step at a time and facing today as if this was the last day of your life, and tomorrow will take care of its self. Love Bill