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November 15, 2007
Itís cold as hell is the symbology,
despite hell being said to be extremely hot;
hotter than the Sun.

But death is cold.
Cold when you die
and all the warmth
leaves your body,
no longer soaking in the rays of the Sun.

Cold like deep space,
well carved
and shapely bones
making its entrance
to a decaying form
etched in time
until time is no longer remembered
and no one knows your name anymore.

Cold like the ice that freezes over
whose hands smoothen out your face,
bringing chills of desire
for that fire
that has vanquished forever more.