O the vexation of my paltry demise, for I do not see the light of eternity.
How shall I love one so fickle, eye for an eye tooth for a tooth, or may I turn the other cheek with the captivity of my mind, I am no longer confused as to whom I shall serve. As they all surround me with a plethora of unconditional love.
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