Look here: death comes now.
Bow down before she on grase.
Don't wonder: she know how
Kill you and take with herself.
You live today,
But tomorrow die...
Go away,
The slave of the lie.
Go away...
Someday you'll return.
Wait this someday
And you'll newly burn.
Inevitability
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