These are the roots of our world: Men are props in the stage of life and no matter how tender, how exquisite. A lie will remain a lie!

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But whom I'm kidding, right? Just try to escape, to break out of this hellish treadmill. Run rampant, like never before.

You'll only end up where you startet.
And if you still want to step forward . . . . .


T H E N Y O U ' R E G O N N A H A V E A B A D T I M E

I promise that . . .