No man who ever lived saw a sky of perpetual beauty. Yet, this illusion of peace is what we all grasp onto, we cling to a wretched existence of meaninglessness only surviving through this delusion of fighting for fleeting peace. Alexander the great is dead, and so are we - long before we even opened our eyes. The only truth in this life of nothingness is death, and all that's in between is a cause of the inherent lack of worth of our very heartbeat. The boulder we push doesn't exist, and neither do we. And yet, we burn. And yet, we laugh.
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