It has arrived.
Death is written everywhere...
On the walls i see Blood, drip down like wet paint.
Axes and knifes lay drenched in pools of red..
Am I in Hell?
Or is this another one of my phsycotic nightmares...
I tremble in fear and terror...
Someone is coming.
Their shadow is placed on the wall like a moving picture...
The more i stare at this long, mysterious creature,
The more evil comes to my eyes.
Horns and spikes
Run down the back of this Demon...
What will I do?
Can I hide? Or Run?
Too late, hes turned the corner...
Battle Axe in hand,
He turns to me and laughs,
Reciting a phrase that i have heard before...
" Run or Hide, but nothing will stop me... from murdering your little
soul "
My eyes grow wide,
It is my time, to leave this world of hatred...
He comes near,
Swings his mighty axe...
I scream,
It hits my head, and slices...
As if i were just paper...
Thats it, I'm done...
My corpse lays lifeless and cold on the bloody ground.
He laughs... at my pitiful body,
" My deed is done, The one They call Diablo,
Has been slain. "
 
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