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Corbusier and his cat.
Still Life of Glassware with Reflections and Walnuts, 1950s
"The March of the Ghosts"
No matter how you live your life, it all someday ends
No matter how much you were loved by family and friends
Your soul fades away to the wasteland in the sky
And you join the March of the Ghosts the moment you die.
While your body is dead, your soul continues on
But as an empty vessel of blue goo; all sense of self is gone.
Your memories and feelings have withered away
Forever marching in a wasteland with no night and no day.
Time no longer exists; everything happened long ago
So there’s no reason to feel happy, and no reason to feel woe
Emotional stasis forever after, but never minding because
The March of the Ghosts is all that there is, and all there ever was.
Songs like “Simple Song” are going to really come in handy now that the show is almost over
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