So came She up from the putrid filth
So came the dark from the light of pain
Clear and crisp Her voice rang through
To introduce the fall of those sain.
"Come unto Me." Her voice echoed out
"To hear the lesson I've here to teach
About the night that love shall die
And joy leap from your reach.
"Let Me loose the heart's durge upon you
And sing it loud to all who can hear
To make sure your fate's known to you
Make sure My meaning's clear.
"That tonight as you fuck upon your beds
And think that love will undure
Look again at the one next to you
Ask once again if you're sure.
"I think NOT! I think that love shall die
And a happy day should this be
As no more shall the pain come to pass.
The hate and bitterness sets you free."
And with this She sank down low
And felt the earth beneath Her weight
And felt the rotation of the orb
And felt the burning hour late.
Her eyes fixed upon the horizon
Awaiting the dawn's sweet caress
And giving herself to the pleasure
And to death Her answer..."Yes..."
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