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Mortal, does everyone die?

Do some people live on?

The most powerful men in religions who are of or use seem to intend to reach immortality

by taking money through the church.

Some evil even. For money though, because they all get old and die anyway.

It's a wonder and probably true that they feel that they can be immortal through ritual and sacrifice. Obsessed and tortued into a subdued state of firm belief with a fear of hell and mortality.

All I see are foes

All they know of me is my evil

Wrenching year by year is my eve of reverie

Unrecognizable from the beating I showed you

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