O, Death is such a cunning mystery
And Fate mother of His chaotic plans
Which spawn and beguile for all history
While he soothes darkness with His silent hands.
Would that I could join their demonic court,
But they are vain and will not me embrace
Until I end some life already short
And give it them in hateful sacrifice.
Thus I learn of how twisted is my fate,
That mistress mine who fucks without desire,
And pulls me quickly from the pearlèd gate.
O, kindle the flames of forgotten ire
You demon slut, and send me quick to death;
No more shall I live with this painful breath.

09/23/2001

Posted on 09/23/2001
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