The End
Cry when I'm gone, but realize I am only away for a moment.
Time is the unrelenting beast knocking on life's door,
An inevitable consequence of mankind.
Fear not for my descent into oblivion will be the work of the beast, not by man.
As he approaches, meet him at the gates.
Stand firm and fall free.
We shall be reunited in whatever end follows the beast.

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