I would choose it all over you, my arranged bride.
I would dance in happiness,
relish in joy,
play in laughter all over you, my lustful desire.
I would mourn in sadness,
panic in unjustified fear,
burn in bitterness all over you, my final companion.
For when I choose you, oh Death,
I have to choose you forever.
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 5:16 PM UTC
I would choose it all over you, my arranged bride.
I would dance in happiness,
relish in joy,
play in laughter all over you, my lustful desire.
I would mourn in sadness,
panic in unjustified fear,
burn in bitterness all over you, my final companion.
For when I choose you, oh Death,
I have to choose you forever.
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