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The day to day life, of a world filled with strife. On to the next, Without a moments rest. Lost to an uncertain demise, the dead do not rise. But hope to flourish, on the other side.
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Feb 16
Feb 16, 2026 at 1:04 PM UTC
Going, Going, Gone
The day to day life, of a world filled with strife. On to the next, Without a moments rest. Lost to an uncertain demise, the dead do not rise. But hope to flourish, on the other side.
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Feb 16
Feb 16, 2026 at 1:04 PM UTC
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