Death is WHAT.

Beautiful is the skin upon your bony hand,

Flaking off your fingernails as you rip the land.

Trying not to die by falling in the hole,

Pulled by your ankles and tugging at your soul.

Look back to see the sin rotting out your life,

Take me as the devil barring down the knife.

You could live forever so let my magic work,

Giving you the chaos is just another perk.

So let me give you my kiss of death you lovely wilted rose,

This is forever life and it is what you chose.



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