dear fellow death.
Death will never spare you, no one is exceptional, it will not give you any time, it will not knock on your door, and it would not answer if you enquire who the hell it is. Meanwhile you can have a nice kiss and nice fuck and eat something or take a hot Jacuzzi. Death is not like any woman or any other unimportant needed shit in your life, if it comes it never knocks, it comes at a crazy speed and never goes for your weary face or lifeless anxiety of your foolish nightmarish life. Its not like you, bitching while living and thinking about life when death arrives, NO, it does its duty. “GO GET IT,” that’s its motive. It doesn’t matter who you are. It will knock down your heart and stand naked on your belly and takes the shit out of your gut. Looking at your eyes, the troubled life of what you may have your age, but it never ceases to exist, it’s inexhaustible, it’s a grace, a gratitude, it’s life, another life in another dimension, that’s what death is, but it never knocks, just not to make you think about the things, it’s mercy itself without any real mercy, death is not like your pet, it doesn’t follow your commands, it kicks your scrotum even if you store your serum for years or you drain it everyday for 365 or 730 times in 365 days. Who cares if you are a virgin or experienced, it’s going to get your ass. It’s not going to have mercy even if you are a priest and it’s going to stands naked on your chest and looks at your eyes and sucks your life.
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