♧♤ Ωll y◇u preci◇us things Ωre deΩf t◇ her v◇ice rising Ωb◇ve the rest ◇f the c◇smic ch◇rus, beck◇ning f◇r us Ωll t◇ j◇in her sweet entr◇pic embrΩce. ♤♧
☆♡ just Ω humble pr◇phet, preΩching t◇ m◇therfuckers thΩt d◇ne stuffed their cΩnΩls with grubsilk. ♤♧
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♧♤ it is eΩsier t◇ believe in purp◇se rΩther thΩn ◇pening ◇neself t◇ the reΩlity ◇f ◇ur meΩningless l, fruitless c◇smic cΩr◇usel. ♡☆