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Death

I express, that's all






Oh why do you taunt us.

Praying on the weak of mind, my friends are all gone now I've destroyed them in mind.

A touch of feathers a quiet unknown.

Snake bites, poison cursing through your veins. Pissed yourself one last time.

Final meal fit for a king, dead is unburried once again.

You took him from me you killed love itself! How could You!

Damn you!

Silence...

I love what you have done to the place.

Día de los Muertos.

Lady deaths embrace.

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