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prodigal child
cheap sheep
sullen, stolen
folly flies, the fake faced flies
molecules now dry
time is slipping by, and now
death would feel just fine,
if only i could die
..
but if before i die, could i plunder one more time?
slip into poisoned mine, take a sip and sunder deep inside
lonelier and lonelier
witches burn because witches burn
like candles lit at both ends
you will wrinkle and die and i will despair, overturned to
watch the prodigal child wrestle air
Death
Probably won't feel that great; I would not mind dying if pain was not involved. Hence the scythe as the tool, it cuts down sudden or slices slowly. Bad ass, Death. slc