Chapter 1
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dmonish to the fools who believe life is a sweet nectar
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or they have never seen that beautiful yet deadly specter
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he halfwits say life is rapture but is it really when life hasn't unfurled her plans for them
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ow I have no compassion for these simpletons but I do not condemn
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hese fervent people bring the enthusiasm to try and beat back our specter
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nd at the end of it all, when the sun shine fades from our days and we look upon it in a dreary gaze
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e will only see the life of that we have lived and we wish with our final breath, we all lived like them
