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Dying in Ecstasy (1983)

Here comes a wasp

Swiftly flying,

Little girl running

Screaming, crying.

It lands in a jar

Little girl sighing,

A jar full of honey

Wasp slowing dying,

Dying in ecstasy!

See the wasp

life is so sweet,

he’s got what he wants

life is a treat.

Yet he’s slowly dying

but he doesn’t care

for he’s got what he wanted

a sweetened snare,

dying in ecstasy!

Tell the thing you hold so dear

the thing you’ve always wanted for you

show me the thing you love so dear

and I will give it to you!

And the cost?

Is death!

Dying in Ecstasy!

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First and foremost a father to a daughter and a son, both, who I love more than dare say. Next a searcher, a gamer, a would-be novelist, a supporter, who loves socialising, the outdoors, and those moments when eternity touches the soul.

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