

SoliloqueyTo help or not to help, that is the inquiry. Its kinder to one to not suffer. Friendship and joy is of great fortune. To only take up arms against the heat of crisis. And if by misfortune you die while protecting. Nevermore the raven states, As his gullet our entrails slide down. The pain, the pitiless sufferingSoliloquey
Done by man undone by luck. Skin as organ is most vulnerable. Most burned, most cut and torn. Great luck to he who dies before rotting
Rotting in a crypt where his ancestors lie. Waiting for mortality to wake him from re
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