Like death never content. Starve the old and feed the new. And it's all your fault. Was there love once or have I forgotten her? It's all your fault. I have been sold into slavery. I try to drown my sorrows but the sorrow swims well. It's all your fault. A lust for complete nothingness that lusts for more nothing. Motion without meaning. Action without function. Nothing will breed nothing. It's all your fault. Why can't you brace yourself?
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