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And the people are starting to sing: Death will have no power over us. They will be one as a dead man nude. With the west moon and the man in the wind; When all of their bones have been picked clean and the clean bones have been removed, They'll have stars on their elbows and feet. They will remain sane even if they go insane. They will emerge from the sea, even if they sink. Even if couples are apart, love will endure. Death will have no power over us. Death will have no power over us.

“—once that invisible silver cord is severed, we cannot get back. Ever. The separation of spirit from flesh becomes final. In a word: we die.” The Reverend paced the floor, casting his solemn glance here and there into the audience. “The body becomes no more than carcass, dust—” His eyes flitted about, scanning over them, and then he brought his gaze back again to light upon Richard as he finished: “—ashes.” Richard’s heart skipped, but the pastor was already off and moving.

Samael grinned. “Oh my god,” I said, recognizing the song. The Dance of Death was apparently none other than Frank Sinatra. Puck yelped in drunken glee, swinging the giggling nymph around in a jive-y dance. “I said that's life, and as funny as it may seem Some people get their kicks stomping on a dream But I don't let it- don't let it get me down 'Cause this funny old world, it keeps spinning around” “Dance you fools!” Samael howled. Suddenly, the urge to move flooded me. Baxter's eyes glazed over and he grabbed my hands like an automaton.

I couldn’t stop crying. And just when worse is not enough, my lungs are suddenly filled with water. I couldn’t breath. I feel like my head is underwater drowning helplessly. Is it too late now? I put my right feet forward with tears filled my eyes. Can I go back? I take one step followed by the next. I don’t want to die. I walk faster until I come running. And while I ran I heard a song play, but I guess it should not bother me anymore now that I know I am dead. Stand by Me

I loved them they betrayed me,Felix I done everything for him I guess we are not meant to be together They broke me and now killing me,all because of love,they will pay for this,I will make them pay But am dying what can I do am gone already pim pim pim pim my conscious is slipping and am gone just like that I know am gone I can feel it am gone darkness consume me I can hear noises"gosh it annoying,can't they just keep quite" "Aren't i died or did I survive the noise is annoyingshut up" I screamed and opened my eye the scene before me left me dumbfounded "Am....back ,am really back...." T b c

Broken Strings, Broken Body, Broken Soul. Deep down I always knew I was alone. Caleb tried to resurrect me but I died that day, and should have stayed dead. Mum’s life would have brought more joy and I would have been briefly mourned and then only yearly by my loving mother. My life’s light was now almost extinguished. I could see my candle, barely burning, just holding on to the last piece of wax.

Do you know of a place so cold, This is the place I call my soul, A place without hope or comforting dreams, A life not worth living wouldn't it seem. Do you know of a life that should have never been, And the feeling that today this life has to end. One more day of sadness is much too hard to bear, Do you know a person with so much pain inside, Or the feeling of loneliness when no one hears your cries, Maybe when the tears are gone and I can clearly see, The only question left will be...

"Father Silas, you promised! You said there was a ritual to separate us!" "The ritual required you to stay pure, Julian!" Silas shouted, his face twisting into a mask of righteous fury. "You succumbed to the flesh. You opened the gate by choice. Now, I must close it with blood." Silas swung the mace. A wave of pure, white energy slammed into us. It didn't hurt the shadow; it bypassed the demon entirely and hit my soul. I felt my spirit being ripped away from my body, the connection to my Tenth Life fraying like a burnt rope. It was a pain beyond anything I had felt in my nine previous deaths. This wasn't the death of the body; it was the erasure of the self.

I fall back against the rope, breathless as a new song begins to play so loud it's like the beat of my heart. “Welcome To The Circus,” by Five Finger Death Punch.

if the souls are anchored within—without them, the corpses would simply be motionless flesh. The soul I'm touching begs me with desperate intensity. With a choked sob, I feel his plea for freedom, his desperate desire for the release of death. 'Please... please... kill me. Please let me go... I can't- I can't take it anymore... I can't do this anymore... I'm begging you...' I open my eyes and look down at the mutilated body. A warm tear slides down my cheek. This isn't life—it's a prison of agony. There's no way to undo what's been done; the body is already dead and corrupted beyond salvation. For these creatures, death truly would be a mercy.