tumultuous seas are rising once more
the waters run red with the blood of our unborn children
futile are our struggles against all that is to come
there is no god
no otherworldly being to lift us out of the mire
we can only rely on our
failing
strength
Think Before You Make A Stink About Ink
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This is the world.
This is the earth on which you were born,
this is the earth on which you will live,
this is the earth on which you shall perish.
This is all there is
so don't waste what little hope you may have left
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