That I still live, this day; the mark returns to the door.
the church of gwyneth paltrow and all mankind
What of these words, this life, this tale that I spin; as nothing to a single thin sheet of embossed copper. Such, my legacy, previously derived; to become even less, towards which I strive...
and if monotheism shall fall along the way, mark me here;
zero god, this grave.
The Original Zero
the original zero
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