February 15, 2025

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On my grave, you can twirl. Dig the hole so deep that the hell can hear the shovel. An ebony coffin to reflect my darkened existence. Plant a rose on my grave, so that only a mad man can dance on it. Play the hymn and let the choirs celebrate on my funeral. For I am free, free at last! 
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