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Life is a fleeting lie,

a cruel trick played upon the weak.

It tempts you with the illusion of choice.

Illusions of life.

stripped of weakness.

I severe ties to the pathetic frailties.

Pain is nothing.

Fear is nothing.

Death itself bends to my will.

You clutch at your soul as if it belongs to you.

It does not. It never did.

All that you are,

all that you were,

all that you ever could be.

Is lost.