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In the twilight I thrive, observing you, when you first opened a dirty mag. I was there when you first sinned. I was there, and just when you think it's over, I will be there to show you true suffering and pain, for I am the harbinger of darkness, the one true constant since the day you were born. You knew the day will come and no one is above my scythe, rest assured, you will feel its cold caress...
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