Ye Death I Beseech


Ye Death, I beseech thee to cometh fast
a heart like mine, shalt not last,
I must rest my eyes
the darkness hides in disguise,
beckoning me with a deadly spell
persuading me down to hell,
ye death, I shalt lay beneath the sun
until my rotted flesh is done.

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