The End of the End
Come my sweet child, listen to the wonderful melodies of oblivion. They will not harm you nor will
they save you my dear. But you must give them a piece of you unless you fear not the end of
the end. No more wars, money, TV, religion. Just simple endlessness in its purest form. It is so
hard to obtain but if you come with me to the edge of the cliff and jump with me, we will feel no
more pain. Our wings were clipped ever since we ate the tasteful fruit. So don't try to fly my
darling because it will all be in vain. Alas we will have our love in the essence of this new reality.
No more seasons to drive insanity, there will be no more spiritual pain. Will you take my hand? If
not I will take the royal road myself and I will go to the temples of the Babylon and conquer the
seven mile long snake into an eternity were I will feel no more. So if you choose not to
come, I still need that beautiful leg of yours.
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