First Ramble
Under the dark sky with the twinkling and sorrowful lights will be enlightenment.
Enlightenment of the soul-brackish and dark-with mere tokenized volumption. There was never anything to be done.
We were always doomed to die.
Maybe you were not. I guess we will never know now. Not that you really care. You are off far beyond.
The devil is in the details, but also is the devil. You should not have dealt with the devil. It outclassed us
all and ended poorly. It killed me. The devil killed me using your fingers.
We were always doomed to die.
Twas not your fault. Probably.