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DEAREST DEATH
Dearest death, my quiet friend,
Where will you take me in the end?
Should I patiently await thy aid?
Or I should make use of this blade of salvation?
Though I'm no whore; but quickly I want to get laid.
Blame me not, I only seek to cast off this shell of affliction.
Sweet death, prithee, have me tarry no more
For life's suffering have gone sore.
Dearest death, should I still await thee?
Will you to my embrace quickly come tonight?
Oh, I should put to use, the rope of redemption on that tree!
For, I no longer want to wait in dreadful plight.
With thy cold fangs, I beg to be bitten before comes the morn'
Cheat the sun, that I may sleep complete as though I were never born.
Tonight, prithee, defeat my heartbeat;
And seperate me from life's heat.
Forgive me father, for I'm about to sin...
#Prof
#Writes
© Anderson
Where will you take me in the end?
Should I patiently await thy aid?
Or I should make use of this blade of salvation?
Though I'm no whore; but quickly I want to get laid.
Blame me not, I only seek to cast off this shell of affliction.
Sweet death, prithee, have me tarry no more
For life's suffering have gone sore.
Dearest death, should I still await thee?
Will you to my embrace quickly come tonight?
Oh, I should put to use, the rope of redemption on that tree!
For, I no longer want to wait in dreadful plight.
With thy cold fangs, I beg to be bitten before comes the morn'
Cheat the sun, that I may sleep complete as though I were never born.
Tonight, prithee, defeat my heartbeat;
And seperate me from life's heat.
Forgive me father, for I'm about to sin...
#Prof
#Writes
© Anderson
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