Your words are like the stinging of one-thousand needles upon my heart.
Oh, it is but such pain that I reside, yet dare not stray from, for fear of losing you, as that would mean the end.
The immortals do bellow in anger at your misleading agenda and a temperment must be squelched.
I peered at, but not into, ABSU. If there is an end, where was the begining...?
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