Pointless Thread of Death

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Have you ever seen this film?
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Seventh_Seal

That is a great movie,wonderful cast.

^^ I haven't, but it sounds interesting.

I haven't seen The Seventh Seal


But The Others really IS great movie! It's like it gives you a whole new perspective on ghosts once you see the twist in the end.

I don't want to spoil the ending for anybody who hasn't seen it. I highly recommend watching it.

Psychopomps (from the Greek word ψυχοπομπός, psuchopompos, literally meaning the "guide of souls")[1] are creatures, spirits, angels, or deities in many religions whose responsibility is to escort newly deceased souls from Earth to the afterlife. Their role is not to judge the deceased, but simply to guide them. Appearing frequently on funerary art, psychopomps have been depicted at different times and in different cultures as anthropomorphic entities, horses, deer, dogs, whip-poor-wills, ravens, crows, owls, sparrows and cuckoos. When seen as birds, they are often seen in huge masses, waiting outside the home of the dying.

Flocking birds.

I guess some examples would be The Grim Reaper (aka Angel of Death), Charon the Ferryman of Hades in Greek Mythology, and the Valkyries in Norse Mythology.

In darkness you will find me
I dance among the dead
But very soon I'll need to hunt the scent of
blood instead

Rising from your deathbed
It thickens in the air
A small both sweet rancid, I know that you are near

Tonight we'll make love till we die
Tonight we'll make love till we die

I know you think I'm nasty
But I am no common girl
I once slept with the devil, it was really no big
thrill

The passion of the killers
Who lie in wait for me
Just show me my own meaning of death in
ecstasy

Tonight we'll make love till we die
Tonight we'll make love till we die
Tonight we'll make love till we die
Tonight we'll make love till we die

I want you to seduce me with your terror in the
cold
Make love and let me bleed to death before I get too
old

I am not your enemy, and surely not your friend
But share with me your morbid love, we are the
living dead

Tonight we'll make love till we die!
Tonight we'll make love till we die!

Tonight we'll make love till we die!
Tonight we'll make love till we die!
Tonight we'll make love till we die!
Tonight we'll make love till we die!

Tonight we'll make love till we die!

Right now, the thought of going to sleep and never waking up is nirvana. I guarantee you nobody would care if that happened.

I'm not going to lie , I wouldn't notice if you stopped posting , when I'm checking over old posts I may go I wonder what happened to that guy. But if someone told me you died I would spare a thought for you so your guarantee is flawed.


^I'm not sure whether to post this or not , it supposed to be positive but I'm sure it could be misconstrued in some way.

Anyway it's the truth

Not everyone has to know the truth about everything. There are some things in this world that people are better off not knowing anything about.

That time of year thou mayst in me behold (Sonnet 73)
William Shakespeare, 1564 - 1616

That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see'st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west;
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire,
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the deathbed whereon it must expire,
Consumed with that which it was nourished by.
This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.

Guess I’ll look like a bag lady for eternity.