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Dead again...

A bit more darkness... I can't seem to get it all out.

Ahhh love...

I am writin' a picher book...

I have known fear... and victory over it.

You know that weird kid in school...?

There once was a jester called Rictus... With a big rusty knife he stick'd us. He cooked us with spice... and a nice side of rice. Then out of his..

An angel of God confronts his maker...