I've got a romance with death,
How sweet the sound.
How sweet the fragrance,
On the roadside I've found.
It lay with its head,
At ninety degrees.
It is my bride,
A lovely disease.
A kiss on the lips,
Cold and dry.
The voice of a whisper,
No ears could deny.
So with the dead I sleep,
The living I walk.
The breathing i eat,
The resting I talk.

A marriage I've proposed,
While heavens doors are still closed.

I look up to my God,
Down to the dead.
I lay in a coffin,
Needless of a bed.
Engaged now I am,
Under an ember rivers sky.
I now have the plague,
But I will never die.

Christ.

Look at my decay,
How my teeth have left their state.
How my love is on a journey,
How these deaths are out of date.
I miss the dead aroma,
Oh,
I need the smell.
It's the closest to death that we can get,
The stench of hell.

Jesus is dead,
But  I will never die.
The children have bled,
But I hold up the ******* Sky.

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Forever And Always,
Til Life Does Us Part.