O, death. Come to my side, once more. Let thy flesh, riddled with metastasized growth and putrescence, lay upon me. Awaken me from the quiescent epoch thou hast inhabited and assuage thy hunger.
And once our heretical, disapprobrative dance has ceased, we shall be bathed in rays of gold, and at once, shall the blinding light tuck us into the sweet embrace of eternal slumber.
