Think not to hide from her in a grave. She will smell you out and reawaken that destroying lust and desire which only she can inspire. Then you will live death beneath her, burning with decay and parasites in penance for trying to escape into death.
Think not that death makes you impossible to possess, for death is of her doing. From death, she will dig up your Earth, gather your remains, and fold you into her albescent bosom. Lilith, the Archwhore that murdered your First Father into living death, the Goddess that may call unto the insects of your grave to do her bidding forever, she will raise you up and give you suck with the milk of her sorcery. She will mount your corpse and ride you hard from death, and with a horde of spells spewing from her mouth and pubis to your living death. She will flesh your bones again, and own you forever. ~The Harlot Goddess