Biography
My name is Death Hound. It was old Buster until the day I layer under the big old oak tree at the cross roads of Mississippi delta. I saw Robert Johnson sale is soul to the devil his self. For me witnessing this I was cursed I mean I fell asleep after a log day of rabbit chasing and bammm cured First the devil want me as a hellhound but death step in and said I need a tracker The devil and a death argued over me. They reach and agreement. Poof I'm Deathhound of the southern soul sector. I'll tell more on that later. So as a Death hound I find the dying souls. Where I go Death follows and I always find the dead souls . Since I've been good, Death is letting my write a little. Here are my thoughts, poetry, and other things. Enjoy! !
Samples
I've search the world over I've search the stars I've been to heave and to hell I've jump in to a black hole I've even asked the man in the moon But I still can't find WHO FARTED It's going to be so painful There are day thats going to seems like weeks Weeks are going to seems like months Until I get to see you To be with you to hold you The time feel like it stopped And is ticking backwards Just to punish me It's so painful that it seems like I'm hundreds of thousands of millions of miles from you in a Galaxy far far away I'm going to build a space ship time machine travel though a black hole to get to you then the pain will be eased it will be gone when we touch Awwwww things are back to normal I'm with you now
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