He visits the cell,
the night before
Dotes on the virgin
waiting to be deflowered
Some look at him
straight in the eye
Some plead mercy,
the moment so nigh
But within few minutes,
everything is okay
They all go limp
Death is a whore
and he is her,
favourite pimp
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nobody cud 've been so blunt yet so vry right about thi stuff called DEATH. I am not ready to believ that you ar 46 yr old. Bet u r yonger, Isnt it?
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