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"Tell me, undead one,
Why do I need your soul?...
Was I sent here for it?
I was ordered to send it to you,
So please, let me go back now,
It smells terribly here
Of rotting corpses
And the cold of the dead is starting to affect me
It's time to act and send
My little soul to Sheol...
And forgive me for my curiosity,
But what exactly
Did you want to give me?"
And with these words, I briefly returned to my brethren, in the beautiful Hell,
And now, I return to this world, ready for anything...
Why do I need your soul?...
Was I sent here for it?
I was ordered to send it to you,
So please, let me go back now,
It smells terribly here
Of rotting corpses
And the cold of the dead is starting to affect me
It's time to act and send
My little soul to Sheol...
And forgive me for my curiosity,
But what exactly
Did you want to give me?"
And with these words, I briefly returned to my brethren, in the beautiful Hell,
And now, I return to this world, ready for anything...
Ничего нет только у мёртвого - у живого есть хотя бы жизнь...