Another kind of spring
Death in your vision was so appetising
So voluptuous
Oh, yeah, yeah.... With her charms inciting us to sin, to commit savage debauchery
Oh, yes, yes, poet,
You deceive yourself and us too with nymphs wearing their scythe as a laurel crown
Their thighs billowing sweet angles and
the candied nipples anxiously waiting your slave kisses
Poet, what are you describing here it is not death
Only another kind of spring
Oh, yeah, yeah...
Death in your vision was so appetising
So voluptuous
Oh, yeah, yeah.... With her charms inciting us to sin, to commit savage debauchery
Oh, yes, yes, poet,
You deceive yourself and us too with nymphs wearing their scythe as a laurel crown
Their thighs billowing sweet angles and
the candied nipples anxiously waiting your slave kisses
Poet, what are you describing here it is not death
Only another kind of spring
Oh, yeah, yeah...
The poet
answered with a smile
Lady Death -- TK Miller
