Will Eternity Last Forever? (Undertaker)
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"Will you reap me when I die? Even when I have no soul left?"
On a silent night where the bright moon hung proudly in the sky with the moist aftertaste of the downpour left in the air. There in the meadow lies a lonely woman, tired and broken, waiting for death to embrace her within its grasp again. It seems that this would be the last time she ever gets to see that laughter again.
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