cos of how annoying you are like a child, they want you dead. i said, steady on lets not kill him yet, lets try and educate him, but they said, no, kill him now
and we will laugh to see the dust which was once your physical form, laugh in glory and exultation, for catalog is no more,
but dust in the wind, scattered, and forgotten
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