La Petite Mort; Ah, Little Death.
Oh How I Yearn Your Blissful Heavens High,
In Lightnes, Grasping, Gasping, Out of
Breath,
My Spirit Soaring Upward As I Die.
Au Revoir; Expired To Darkness Rest,
In Coffin Prostrate Spent: Hell Awaits.
If Life Be Choice, I Choose Sweet Death Be
Best,
Less Angels, Locked Behind Pearly Gates.
Mon Amour; My Risen Lover Calls.
With Sword to Battle, Against Which I Adore,
A Caesar, Laying Siege Upon Sovereign Walls.
Lay Impaled Upon My Blade, Dying, Yet
MORE.
Yes, Yes, A Thousand, No--Ten!
Glory, Glory, To Die Inside You Again!
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