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To Become Death’s Child
Oh Death Angel…descend upon me and snatch me, let me be stripped bare.
This sea, this frozen land of sorrow, no more can I bare…
With Pain and grief I have been crushed with. My glow has left me. I am numb – I do not feel. A creature so undone by the raw cruelty of life have I finally become.
Oh Death Angel…will you not be my savior? And deliver me ever so kindly and softly from this wretched world. I ask…must I endure more? How much more violence and gore can this pathetic, torn, broken body and spirit succumb to?
My beautiful Dark Angel, grant me your deep eternal sweet kiss of death, as thou shall finally take me in your arms of darkness and doom…where I shall gently fade, wither, and perish away, and take flight into the unknown with thee…and become your endless beloved dark child.
This sea, this frozen land of sorrow, no more can I bare…
With Pain and grief I have been crushed with. My glow has left me. I am numb – I do not feel. A creature so undone by the raw cruelty of life have I finally become.
Oh Death Angel…will you not be my savior? And deliver me ever so kindly and softly from this wretched world. I ask…must I endure more? How much more violence and gore can this pathetic, torn, broken body and spirit succumb to?
My beautiful Dark Angel, grant me your deep eternal sweet kiss of death, as thou shall finally take me in your arms of darkness and doom…where I shall gently fade, wither, and perish away, and take flight into the unknown with thee…and become your endless beloved dark child.
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