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That was it. That was the end. In fleeing to the bathroom, I was fleeing from existence In seizing the razor, I was choosing my escape A thousand crashing pianos I heard then A thousand crashing pianos, the sound of the seraphim! A thousand crashing pianos as Azriel folded his many wings Lilies burst from between the tiles The sweet smell of the sepulchre filled the air Funeral shroud swept across As the great eye of the Angel of Death beheld me Razor in hand Heart in mouth And going weak at the knees He beckoned me to leave with him. Then Through the haze of mortuary smells The old preacher Joseph greets me Reminds me Suicide, the despoiling of God’s gift to man The path to Hell opens through The shining surface of the razor. I see Hell and Hell sees me And Azriel flees in the instant And then The sound of a thousand broken pianos Reassembling Themselves.