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Undeath

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Kiss my heart
Kiss my lips

Spark the divination
Of something lost in my chest

It beats along
But something's amiss
The rhythm's lost
Its ignorant bliss

Kiss my heart
Kiss my lips

Connect the dots from this to that
Bring forth sensations of merry

Pleasure, pain, and misery, maybe joy
Understanding
It'll kill them one by one
To know why one loves, is to not love at all

Kiss my heart
Kiss my lips

Compel me
Like heroin

But, alas!
The nerves have fried!
This knife inside my hand
I'm laughing at the butterflies it's sending to my mind!

Kiss my heart
Kiss my lips

Fire, air, water, earth
Hurt me, to capricious mentality, then heal me, to the purest insanity

To be compelled is to not understand
To feel joy is to be compelled
To be in pain is to run away
But does pain stop being pain, if I stay for cake?

Concuss me.

For I was born once
From a void
And I shall return
To the state which bore me

To wrap one's neck in
Ethernet
Is to condemn oneself back to level one

You seek immortality?
Lich, you have achieved undeath!
To stay in the grave
Would be the most uncanny of skills!
When everything makes too much sense, that's when you know you've got none. It's this confidence in reality that makes me uneasy.

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