that black winged death can fuck right off
upon its scythe and frankly suck it
i will never be ready to perish
die, breathe my last, pass away, or kick the bucket
i welcome vampires and all immortal curses
excess life could never be too much to bear
a trillion nights beyond compost to compose verses
you won’t take me alive heh little humor there
suicidal despair you wait your turn
tonight my mind is bright and running clear
i would live to see the world thrive or rust
tonight at least i will live forever without fear
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