Petrified. Halted. Unmade.
You see the English language is watered to dust.
With my eyes?
Am I dead or deed?
Am I dying?
There is no one to answer that question in our hearts?
Beautiful.
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We are surrounded; Good. That simplifies the situation. Allow our temporal enemy to rejoice in their plight. Then annihilate their spirit.
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Voyoy cheeky, leave us a deadletteredroped..