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it's not death if you refuse it...

it is if you accept it

here dwells a snake, one thousand miles long

coiled, one thousand miles deep

eyes like candy, it has eyes like candy

hard and blue, but soft as kittens feet

out of sight or in the element of light

it could be a devil, it could be an angel

with spiders inside a vision from hell

it's spine is a vertical scream

slow as buried concrete, blurred as a dream

it spins round and down on an axis of atrocity

fueled by inertia, depth, radius, and velocity,

it's soul - a twisted wreckage of despair and pain

and the spiders inside are just praying for rain

killing time killing time

and praying for rain

one thousand miles deep

the tides of sin draw tighter and brighter,

the hours become heavier and weighted,

and the shadows smile, dark and wild,

this is when hope and desire collapse,

the arc of the dream decends into despair,

when innocent lovers dance

like angels on fire.

this is when the night comes down,

a hammer on an anvil,

and the only absolution accepted

is a legacy of brutality,

a single note rings on and on and on