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God is becoming bitter, he envies man his mortality.
God is becoming bitter, he envies man his mortality.
When he shall die Take him and cut him in little stars And he will make the face of heaven read more
When he shall die Take him and cut him in little stars And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Sleep... Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death...
Sleep... Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death...
Wings of angels, tears of saints
won't bring you back to me
(about her son's suicide)
(He will come back read more
Wings of angels, tears of saints
won't bring you back to me
(about her son's suicide)
(He will come back to her.. the soul is
deathless).
It isn't necessary to imagine the world ending in fire or ice; there are two other possibilities: one is paperwork, read more
It isn't necessary to imagine the world ending in fire or ice; there are two other possibilities: one is paperwork, and the other is nostalgia.
Lord, now lettest now thy servant depart in peace, according to thy word.
(2:29).
Lord, now lettest now thy servant depart in peace, according to thy word.
(2:29).
I do not know beneath what sky nor on what seas shall be thy fate; I only know it shall read more
I do not know beneath what sky nor on what seas shall be thy fate; I only know it shall be high, I only know it shall be great.
Death ends a life, not a relationship.
Death ends a life, not a relationship.
My life is light, waiting for the death wind, Like a feather on the back of my hand.
My life is light, waiting for the death wind, Like a feather on the back of my hand.
