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and only we go (i don't mind)

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Outside the door was Death

And she was bloodthirsty


Hunted and hurt, he gripped

Him tight, his friend, his

everything and raised Him

from perdition a final time


So he said his feelings

- he knew that meant the

end and that was the point -

cried as his lover refused to let him go


And when It came, for him,

For blood, for Death and for the void

He smiled, teary-eyed, and then he was

gone; for his love was free.


(But his lover, bloody and broken-hearted,

Fell to the floor and wept.)