TheRealLadyDeath

...And Death shall come cutting before Her a swathe through the thronging hordes of suplicants and She shall smite all who fail to bring her Pierre Marcolini chocolate as an offering... a tribute for death demands a tribute of all who live

You will bow - you will want to bow. You will desire to sit at my feet as I stroke your hair. You will lust after my favour. You will aspire to my favour. Your entire being will be drawn towards me. Nothing will be more important to you than my attention.

You will *never* get it.

Grovel, beg, plead. You will never win my attention so give up now.

DOWN! KNEEL at my feet. Cower in my presence human. You are nothing to me.

CRAWL TO ME, lick my boots and fawn over me - you will WIN ME NOT.

Shower me with gifts, stand naked before me and offer me your collar, rip your still beating heart from your chest as an offering to me.

I will *NEVER* notice you.

Give up for Death walks among you now and She shall deal eternal damnation to all who displease her... she is Mistress and Goddess and commands all.