From the makers of soylent green.
Well, shall we go?
Yes, let's go.
[They do not move.]
From the makers of soylent green.
We bleed the same blood, We cry the same tears, We have the same fears, We pass the same years, We see the same stars, Under the same skies, We pass the same time, We all live and die
Faith
Nay, whatever comes one hour was sunlit and the most high gods may not make boast of any better thing than to have watched that hour as it passed
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