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pervesion of death :
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When the audience ceased murmuring, and the judge addressed me to speak again, i said:
"Then my lords. the tenderest warmth that my lips had in years, or centuries, for if I lived that much, never would I taste warmer than her lips. When they just finished, never having enough, my hand through jealousy and envy asked the same, and the gaze, o gaze of her! down of me said "O love! Let thy thirsty hand taste!", my hand took the forms of her veins, and the warmth of her neck was through it. The stares and eyes my lords! Said it all!, how could I, or a man such as I deprive a woman's soul? For a man such as I, desires the sight of a lady's desire!"
"Then?" Said the judge "and off with your rhetorics".
" then my lord. the warmth started to fade away, not in me no! Thus I slipped my other warmer hand, I struggled, with two, but the coldness was stronger, and the gaze kept blaming and asking for more! until all the heat of a tender creature ceased. I consumed it all"
"So ye killed her?"
"Criminal!" Cried the audience, "wicked freak! Death! To death!" and everyone continued with shouts and mumblings, and in every moment and every corner of the tight court a frantic crying could be heard. And i do know, that under the face of each of these frightened and angry angels, there was a pervert! Though they shared him the same. None of them perverts could understand the one of their own kin in me.
And there I sat, among the cries and agitation where i smiled to the irony invading my mind, for though whom I desired once, I envied now. She, with warmth was choked (brutally strangled to say), and I here, know that the rope is no warm, and at the mighty stare of death, one can feel no warmth. with coldness I shall, and through cold ropes meet it, not a warm loving hand, o dear love of mine!i envy you!
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Mohamed Benz

Description
pervesion of death :
***
When the audience ceased murmuring, and the judge addressed me to speak again, i said:
"Then my lords. the tenderest warmth that my lips had in years, or centuries, for if I lived that much, never would I taste warmer than her lips. When they just finished, never having enough, my hand through jealousy and envy asked the same, and the gaze, o gaze of her! down of me said "O love! Let thy thirsty hand taste!", my hand took the forms of her veins, and the warmth of her neck was through it. The stares and eyes my lords! Said it all!, how could I, or a man such as I deprive a woman's soul? For a man such as I, desires the sight of a lady's desire!"
"Then?" Said the judge "and off with your rhetorics".
" then my lord. the warmth started to fade away, not in me no! Thus I slipped my other warmer hand, I struggled, with two, but the coldness was stronger, and the gaze kept blaming and asking for more! until all the heat of a tender creature ceased. I consumed it all"
"So ye killed her?"
"Criminal!" Cried the audience, "wicked freak! Death! To death!" and everyone continued with shouts and mumblings, and in every moment and every corner of the tight court a frantic crying could be heard. And i do know, that under the face of each of these frightened and angry angels, there was a pervert! Though they shared him the same. None of them perverts could understand the one of their own kin in me.
And there I sat, among the cries and agitation where i smiled to the irony invading my mind, for though whom I desired once, I envied now. She, with warmth was choked (brutally strangled to say), and I here, know that the rope is no warm, and at the mighty stare of death, one can feel no warmth. with coldness I shall, and through cold ropes meet it, not a warm loving hand, o dear love of mine!i envy you!
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Mohamed Benz