O thy Lord, say me the truth,
Am I indecent and cunningly shrewd?
If not then I don't get it why,
today tears don't fall and I don't cry?
my valentine lies in peace,
wrapped in a coffin of solace,
she stinks noxious, rotten and putrescent
and her corpse has long started to crumble,
I should have burst out aloud,
transformed into a apocalyptic holocaust,
yet I do behave strange,
cause there's a fact that I do abide,
soon I shall be somewhere away,
from this atmosphere of catastrophe,
to the land where now she belong.
I will kill myself happily.
And might, in another world, sometime soon,
we celebrate our second honeymoon..
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