Posted by Death (Pontifex Necrosis Imperium) on March 07, 2001 at 09:42:53:
The tender necks are ready for the noose,
the mortal beauty stands between dimentions
The journey by the rope today we use
The gallows boldly speaks of our intentions
Oh mortal girl prepare for final flight,
the touch of noose is sweet and unforgiving,
From bright blue day you walk into the night
So say goodbye to constant stress of living.
Your mortal shell will put up impressive fight,
your graceful limbs will jerk with new sendation
For in the end you enter afterlife,
the new beginning at the end of your suspension.
Questions? Comments? Praises?
Death loves to hear from you.