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Where do I go?
What do I do?
Who knows?
God knows.
But dead men tell no tales,
And he, of whom we ought not utter, lies asleep.
Forevermore and everafter,
after all, whatever could it be,
if not what you and I already know?
And we are merely children stranded in his wake.
And is it not the path of which we also,
All are damned and destined to partake?

Do not silence the messenger,
But rather let him speak.
Do not crucify the harbinger,
If truth is what you seek.
Just take his words
For what they are
And turn the other cheek.