Close your eyes, taste cold upon your tongue. Exhale. Lie against the frozen earth, defeated, subdued. You have been born into the maelstrom, unfortunately conceived in these days of ignorance masqueraded as life. The future is written for you, inscribed beneath your skin. Your every choice betrays and confirms your need to feel the end. Succumb. Your need to feel the end. We are they without purpose, yet believe ourselves to be the heirs to higher meaning. We in truth remain nothing. Succumb. Remain nothing. Seven billion empty shells, parasites excreting fear and poison. Stand tall and breathe it in. Seven billion empty shells are all that can stop this now. This brooding degenerate psychosis must be put down. We are they without meaning, yet believe ourselves to be the heirs to brighter futures. In truth there's no hope here. Succumb. There's no hope here.
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