The bridge is broken. There is no other way over to the other side. Hopeless as we are, we stand by the riverside watching. Watching as the water takes is course. We watch as our dreams pass on by. Glancing over to the other side where happiness possesses the souls of the living. Never shall we join their eternal dance. Never shall we feel the glorious feeling of satisfaction. Forever we shall parish, bit by bit. But not fully, not completely. We shall linger. Forever our cent will possess the air. Cause a shiver down the spine of all who passes. Death is present. He greets us with benevolence. As we stand by the riverside, soaked in our decay, the devil drags us closer, and we're invisible now.
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