Death is beautiful like the deep black sea that we die in every night that we awake from our deep sleep.
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I’m unholy just like a demon creeping into your bedroom wall’s waiting to come on in and love you like a wild man to awaken your inner thigh’s of death like a black rose among the moonlite star’s tonight.
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