Death to the Deathless

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Just a thought

~A fair world is impossible~


Death to the deathless
And Pain to those who wait
And sugar for the wealthy
And turnips for the hungry
May the Rancid Stink be forever condensing on the great plains of time
For the foul ever grow
Enlarge and develop
And shrivel up and whither, to end up as mulch for the garden of forever.
And live in suffering, undergrowthing the strong, as they are weak.
Dead on the inside, yet they cannot die.
Death to the deathless

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