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Death
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Out of the greatness of the Abyss,
Each wake with its kiss.
Ritualistic sacrifice done by fools to please the mistress,
Souls of all weaved in her dress,
Her existence alone source of all Beauty and distress,
Feed her further with our time awaiting her caress.
The Horrible stench of an ungraceful demise,
Why win the worst prize? Why avoid the inevitable void?
Why always be so paranoid?
Death's embrace praised ad nauseum.
A heartening ending to a story so tragic,
The destiny of a wanting young heart like magic.
Why want mistress' indignation?
She is everything's destination.
