No matter what your life seems like now or what it will be, or what you do or do not, death shall come for you. Either to lead you to nothingness, or eternal pain or pleasure. But he shall be there no matter what. Calm and handsome. It’s his month you know? Right? Winter. Oh I love winter, how dry and stone the earth is, how the sky is like a soft blanket and the pale light comes through the clouds, how the dead black trees crack like veins across it. Of course it is the most beautiful seasons, since it is deaths, death so darkly beautiful.
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