He tripped and fell into a pit he'd name Despair. He'd build a home that only welcomed fear. What sound or idol wasn't clear but he had submitted to the Earth everything. "This isn't failure and I've not given up. I'll embrace the cold, marry the old and mock the poor. I'm an example to the corrupt. To the center and to the cusp, I am nothing. No more than dust'. Like there's life in this life form, like this tribute is a godsend. The outcome relies on the precious law. The raid. The sirens. Blaring. Does it matter? No. Some will call it an art form, some a disgusting display. He'll still say he's born this way. He'll say, "I must lay still. I must be sound. I must wait for the date. Wait in this place. And one day soon I'll replicate".
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