{"sf1_id":697283,"sf2_id":"rn9avd2n","title":"Call me deathpoem","author":"cainfoxy","words":119,"posted_at":"2014-04-25T15:33:00.000Z","tags":["Dark","Poem","life","time"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/697283-call-me-deathpoem","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/rn9avd2n","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=697283\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"Up and down I say. Up and down I fell. Not quite sane. Not quite real. The angles did not hear the angles did not fell. demons of hell help me heal. Call me death. A demon of this world. Pain no more. Pleasure all day. Pride I feel no matter the disgrace. You in pain I will help. Take my hand and see realir reality. I will help you throw it all away,and open up to see a new way. For the angles are not of here. The demon can hear. I can heal the soul of night. Call me death and take my hand. I will help you oh yes. Call me death,healer of the lost lamb's.  \n  \n\n"}