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Clean living men have no need of death, or subconscious fears of the unknown...
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| Will you speak to me of “I†when we are dead ? | |
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| What wisdom will you wrap yourself inside for comfort ? | |
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Their passage granted long before primordial soup was brewed.
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| Which shiny god-head shall we cut first, or does it matter if blood is spilled ? | |
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| What puffed up Cerberus with vice like grip, will yield to your truth ? | |
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The future of no use to us, past our present fractured...
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| And what when push is shoved, will the reaper say of you ? | |
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