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* dedicated to Alesana, Annabel
* dedicated to my future wife, Grim Reaper, Angel of Death. To all the girls who I gave a knife and my heart, my vulnerability and my love, who subsequently then destroyed me with your feckless, unfeeling, hardhearted rejection; I was gonna name names, but decided against it. Baby, future wife, please draw your sword of your addictive, sexy love (salvo of passion) and stretch your hand out at the threshing floor of Ornan the Jebusite - my misguided loyalty to them. Because when you come...in my eyes...THEY ARE ALL DEAD!
David, pray for me
And David lifted up his eyes, and saw the angel of the Lord stand between the earth and the heaven, having a drawn sword in his hand stretched out over Jerusalem
------------/Cruel Cursed Census
[Lost, lovelorn, loathed and alone
angry
driven to ultimatums, to know
finally
who loves me - not many women
only a thousand thousand and an hundred thousand
from Beer-sheba even to Dan
when other nations boast at least twice more
when other men lounge in luxurious liberty of reciprocating suitors
but I
languish
angel of death snarling (at my suggestion)
vengeance - destroy this land of reprobate suitors
rebellious towards my amorous, amicable advances
stand at the threshing floor of my devotion, my innocence
and my vulnerability to women gone wayward
sword drawn - pestilence
I regret my decision
I regret knowledge of girls dissing me; bring
obliteration. pools of blood and disease]
I was wrong for it, but I just wanted to know
who would requite my love
who would do lunch with me, or coffee, or let me visit Philadelphia
but I numbered you, I dispatched my unwilling conscience (Joab)
(by asking you out, asking you to view my blog, asking you to email me
somewhat brusquely, presumptuously, and prematurely before I knew you well)
to girls Ive met at church even to college and gym,
Beer-sheba even to Dan
and the census report of my amorous landscape was troubling
there were only a thousand thousand and an hundred thousand [wo]men
that drew sword
there were only a pathetic paltry pitiable few, a pittance, of suitors willing
to fight for me
(the scores of abnegations, renunciations notwithstanding)
to kiss me, to rub my back, to whisper wondrous words in my ears
when Im lovelorn and melancholy
when the security of my throne is called into question and dubious
when I just need to know I have solidarity for my soul
not even worth mentioning in comparison with adjacent nations that boast
of six foot four inch men, rich men, and suave men that brag
of millions of helpmates that dote on them (who throw themselves at them
impetuously)
but regretfully I acted erroneously I should have patiently bided my time
until the advent of my future wife - the only woman who could understand
who will empathize and
comfort
(I shouldnt have tried to vindicate myself with a quantifiable number of
refusals, implicating love, suggesting a referendum on the existence
of romance itself, of her)
she should have been my choice refuge all along. resultantly
Gad, my pained spirit in pangs desperate for a female's embrace
heralds three ills of chilling consequence which I choose
purgation -
three days of the sword of pestilent recollections of all the afflictions
allotted me: all the acerbic lunch rejections, facebook friend dismissals, the sly aversions by the acrimonious and emotionally absent
in order to finally rid the nation of Israel, of my blighted self esteem
of the lore of my foolhardy choice
by the Angel of Death - my future bride who will mercilessly maliciously murder
(the sword of her passion for me drawn, its appetite whetted)
any mention of a hurtful hussy henceforth
she stands at the threshing floor of Ornan
the place in my heart most vulnerable to romantic agony;
my place of devotion to lasting marriage, soiled by cruelty to me
my disloyalty
woe
knife
------1 Chronicles 21:1-17
And Satan stood up against Israel, and provoked David to number Israel. And David said to Joab and to the rulers of the people, Go, number Israel from Beer–sheba even to Dan; and bring the number of them to me, that I may know it And Joab answered, The Lord make his people an hundred times so many more as they be: but, my lord the king, are they not all my lord's servants? why then doth my lord require this thing? why will he be a cause of trespass to Israel? Nevertheless the king's word prevailed against Joab. Wherefore Joab departed, and went throughout all Israel, and came to Jerusalem. And Joab gave the sum of the number of the people unto David. And all they of Israel were a thousand thousand and an hundred thousand men that drew sword: and Judah was four hundred threescore and ten thousand men that drew sword. But Levi and Benjamin counted he not among them: for the king's word was abominable to Joab. And God was displeased with this thing; therefore he smote Israel. And David said unto God, I have sinned greatly, because I have done this thing: but now, I beseech thee, do away the iniquity of thy servant; for I have done very foolishly. And the Lord spake unto Gad, David's seer, saying, Go and tell David, saying, Thus saith the Lord, I offer thee three things: choose thee one of them, that I may do it unto thee. So Gad came to David, and said unto him, Thus saith the Lord, Choose thee Either three years' famine; or three months to be destroyed before thy foes, while that the sword of thine enemies overtaketh thee; or else three days the sword of the Lord, even the pestilence, in the land, and the angel of the Lord destroying throughout all the coasts of Israel. Now therefore advise thyself what word I shall bring again to him that sent me. And David said unto Gad, I am in a great strait: let me fall now into the hand of the Lord; for very great are his mercies: but let me not fall into the hand of man. So the Lord sent pestilence upon Israel: and there fell of Israel seventy thousand men. And God sent an angel unto Jerusalem to destroy it: and as he was destroying, the Lord beheld, and he repented him of the evil, and said to the angel that destroyed, It is enough, stay now thine hand. And the angel of the Lord stood by the threshingfloor of Ornan the Jebusite. And David lifted up his eyes, and saw the angel of the Lord stand between the earth and the heaven, having a drawn sword in his hand stretched out over Jerusalem. Then David and the elders of Israel, who were clothed in sackcloth, fell upon their faces. And David said unto God, Is it not I that commanded the people to be numbered? even I it is that have sinned and done evil indeed; but as for these sheep, what have they done? let thine hand, I pray thee, O Lord my God, be on me, and on my father's house; but not on thy people, that they should be plagued.
-----Annabel Lyrics
[Narrator] -
Her youthful flush color had drained from her much
like the very blood from her veins upon the bedding on which she lied.
Such a foul image for one to behold,
but in some twisted way it only seemed to enhance her exquisite beauty,
like a lily on a grave.
I have failed.
Once again I have let her down.
My poor sweet Annabel.
You trusted in me, you gave me your love, your soul.
Now I fall to my knees in front of the man who took you from me.
I fall pathetic, defeated.
I will be with you again so soon, my love. So very soon.
The eyes of an angel await me and I'll be damned if he thinks he can stop me now...
[Annabel:]
Sweetheart? Darling?
Turn around. It's me.
Follow my voice.
Everything is going to be okay, my love.
Everything will be fine.
It's all over now...
How does the dagger feel now
When you're on the receiving end?
If this is what you call betrayal
Then this is what I call revenge
How could I be so blind?
I guess I fell in love too quickly
But I'm fine
Imagine where you'd be now
If you only knew
The one you love is
The one who's killing you
I trusted you too much
I know now that I should have
Kept my eyes wide open
The first time that we kissed
I'll bury you for this
Just say to me
That this time is the last time
And I'll pretend
That somehow I know we'll be fine
Years spent watching in silence
As your illness spilled onto page
Those were the last days I spent with you
Before you left, before he came
How could I be so blind?
I guess I fell in love too quickly
But I'm fine
Imagine where you'd be now
If you only knew
The one you love is
The one who's killing you
I trusted you too much
I know now that I should have
Kept my eyes wide open
The first time that we kissed
I'll bury you for this
Just say to me
That this time is the last time
And I'll pretend that I'm fine
Oh, is it my fault?
You fell into the illusion
You've been living discretely
Or should I blame you in the end?
Did you ever think the sketches
Would take over completely?
Oh, is it my fault?
Oh, is it my fault?
Die, just die
You are scum, you are filth
Choke on blood
As your knife ends the show
Writhe in pain
You thought you'd never know
I don't think they dig graves
Close enough to hell for the likes of you
I don't think they dig graves
Close enough to hell for the likes of you
I handed you a knife and my heart, oh
I handed you a knife and my heart, oh
And now the dream is over
And now the dream is over
I handed you a knife and my heart, oh
I handed you a knife and my heart, oh
And now the dream is over
And now the dream is over
How could I be so blind?
I guess I fell in love too quickly
But I'm fine
Imagine where you'd be now
If you only knew
The one you love is
The one who's killing you
I trusted you too much
I know now that I should have
Kept my eyes wide open
The first time that we kissed
I'll bury you for this
I handed you a knife and my heart, oh
I handed you a knife and my heart, oh
And now the dream is over
And now the dream is over
I handed you a knife and my heart, oh
I handed you a knife and my heart, oh
And now the dream is over
And now the dream is over
I handed you a knife and my heart, oh
I handed you a knife and my heart, oh
And now the dream is over, oh
And now the dream is over
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