Blood will flow
Blood will spill
Yet never will I die
The blade shines beside me
Foreword I move
No point, no purpose, no meaning
All I do is walk
On, and on, and on
Why do I do this
Why don’t I just stop
What is the point, what is the purpose, what is the meaning
Still I move, still I walk
I continue going
On, and on, and on
Looking, searching, questing
When will I find what I’m looking for
Find the point, find the purpose, find the meaning
Blood will flow
Blood will spill
Yet never will I die
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