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Pleas have fallen on their deafened ears; now sentenced to darkness of forty years. The ire of moral decay reigns. I fill with tempest rage and endless hate. The ever foolish scream, "No regrets!" and sink unto their own blade. Place no hope in the well of this era, and reason to contemplate the end. Your children hold no promise, no light of a better future. A new dark age of consciousness; the death of man has finally been realized. These words are the morning obituaries.
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