Our voices are grunts; our feelings base.
We are nothing.
It is all nothing.
There is no happy realization, there's no coming to Jesus.
Awaken? To what? To the futility of life? Your first step the first towards the grave? Dreaming is better. Physical mollifications more pleasant. There's no blood in any of our veins that's worth spilling.
Dead. We are all of us dead anyway. You have only one destiny.
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