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Tonight, my god, tonight! I will meet you, the first and last time. Your cloak and dagger existence, your pallor of decay, your dark dreams. I will walk from this comfort to the hill by the moon. Water rushing somewhere below us. I will find you there. Patiently waiting. Chess board before you, sickle in hand. I will meet Death tonight. I will laugh at him, turn my nose at him. I will take the challenge. I will rise to the occasion. Tonight, my god Tonight! I will be immortal.
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Dec 15, 2010
Dec 15, 2010 at 5:24 PM UTC
The meeting.
Tonight, my god, tonight! I will meet you, the first and last time. Your cloak and dagger existence, your pallor of decay, your dark dreams. I will walk from this comfort to the hill by the moon. Water rushing somewhere below us. I will find you there. Patiently waiting. Chess board before you, sickle in hand. I will meet Death tonight. I will laugh at him, turn my nose at him. I will take the challenge. I will rise to the occasion. Tonight, my god Tonight! I will be immortal.
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Dec 15, 2010
Dec 15, 2010 at 5:24 PM UTC
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