Stalker of the night, you are ugly, but you’re right and cool as you are dumb. This just looks to be the end, I’ll tell you, ‘cause you’re my friend, there’s better yet to come. All that time trying to sleep. It takes a dream to make me believe. All day, all day, all day, all day. All night. So the sky falls apart, the fittest called out. Go into the breach, meet your fate filled in. We shudder and spit, defeated, showed up by a thing without name, resplendent, come down. Oh, Glory. All that time trying to sleep. It takes a dream to make me believe. We hold you to this. I won’t go anywhere. Go on.
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