Set a table prior to me
as though I were a queen
with the finest wine, most luscious meals
served by the best qualified chefs
let my soul feel good for the last
prior to my misery fame
as anon as it goes out
may I have drank enough,
enough not to ever be sober
prior to those guns be pointed on me
paint the last portrait of me
sitting on a throne chair
resembling authority, power
my last smile
might never see these teeth again
play music of peace, pang and love
grated in a blender
don't ! don't ! let me close my eyes to death, music kills, peace under water drowns you, may all come to a halt,
I wanna relax
those news reporters waiting at my door
I wanna feel good again
pour me no drink of blood
I seek after giving out no sacrifices
ain't living to see another day
'tis my last sip
and my last dip
when my mysery had travelled thus far
let it simultaneously be my burial
I'm tired of kingdomship
bringing sole torture and good pleasure
as anon as my dairy is exposed
set up my portraits on the walls
they will miss the queen
they will still adore the queen
spare not to put me to sleep
most painless death inject me to my rest
I have lived
pride will give me a ride to hell
where I shall reap my deeds
oh no, I don't fancy to die
my exquisite physiognomy deserves years long, beauty fades nevertheless,
I exist as the female portrait of Dorian Gray, I shall grow old but beauty will be a pillar standing prior to me
they can't abhor me nevertheless,
consider cryonic preservation
that ice may melt me alive
the next life is better.


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