It feels good to be a death person
Once who embraces the shadow slap of what's out there
Dancing to the sound of howling cries towards the moon
Beyond the grave's a sexy place
Of romantic depression from a murder most foul
Unbreakable bonds, till death do us never part
Bring us together in impulsive love at the bottom of the sea
Black and white stripes, lacey gloves and glittery skulls
That's what little death children are made of
Soothing Community Member 
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