Dying Moments
Bring the immortal wrath, and your going to taste the fury.
Death is waiting open-armed, patient with no hurry.
Toss the first and second punch, third following soon after.
Knocked to earth forever more, your wake herald to laughter.
Your dead boy live with it.
A paradox or paradigm.
Your neither ghost or spectre girl.
Not devilman or seraphim.
Your dead you hear me?
Ain't it swell?
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