The Curse (By the true writer)
By Isz
Blessed with death every night Cursed with birth every morning Cry yourself to sleep little child For the morning comes soon And the pain will only grow So cry yourself to sleep And harden your shell For tomorrow has more pain to add Sweat dreams my child The morning comes soon By: IszThis is the correct version of my The Curse peom the Mr.Mime has copied... Please for those that read please keep this in mind. Written December 15th, 2001 © on Dec 15 2001 02:38 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"Blessed with death every night..."