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pain, brother of death
await me in your tomb of morbid pleasure
kiss me with sharpened lips and
bid me good luck for the sweet torture ahead

pain, brother of death
i choose you over your brother as you are alive,
you skip and flit over my naked body
digging nails in
scratching at veins
i feel you
i am grateful

pain, brother of death
what a laugh you must have through it all



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