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DEATH IS APON US ALL AND THERE IS NOTHING WE CAN DO, IT IS NEAR FOR ETERNAL BLISS AND DEATH OF ALL OF US, FOR OUR SOULS ARE TINTED, THOUGHTS ARE CRUEL, AND THERE IS NO REGRET TO FEEL. IT WANTS HANDS LIKE OURS, HAIR LIKE OURS, EYES TO STARE, AND TO CRY, LIKE OURS. IT WANTS TO FEEL, AND TO THINK, WITH A BRAIN LIKE OURS.