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    Pebbles of tears on the stone. Blood to judge and atone. Forest green thread of fate, cracked mask, smile too late.

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    icyhot.

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    He descended first. and ascended in steps of pale cornflower. And he carried him up; with steps weighed of death.

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    Then climb to the peaks of rock as it falls and drop heavily down the side of its walls. Pick away at the stone of the galactic end and pray for the dove that Hell will send.

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    Silence. The sun is sinking below the horizon. Behind them, the moon is rising.

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    O two toned boy…

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    Once the dust has settled, you climb the tallest hill on the horizon, and once you are atop it, you take in the destruction and sigh.

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    0.1

    What if I told you,