behold

Old bones. Righteous tones. Lie down and prepare for death. Your expiration looms— nothing else awaits. Divine the savor of a thousand cuts, but alas, you bore me. I raise my scythe. With one quick flick you’re on your way to the River Styx and the ferryman’s unquenchable, open fist.

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