We are nothing more than worms in a world where we were made in God's image. And so, it is this way with everything...all are the worm...all the fish. A neverending, cul-de-sacked existence where going around never doesn't. We'll all be sick from the ride and anyone below us will be the unfortunate hosts/hostesses to unwelcome visitors who flush shamelessly. So climb back in your boneyard...your time to topple is not here...but it will be.
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