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There is a sweet stillness to his features, a deeper rest than ever before. Cold and solid, vacant and yet why is his last immortal expression a smile. That haunting dead man’s grin, haunting maybe If you wish it to be that way Taunting is a better word. It is true that dead men tale no tales, no they simply hold secrets yes they hold secrets blissfully. Beyond the tempest in which we have not yet escaped is a peaceful place. At first redemption has a sour taste, but only if you’re too far gone to recognized you’ve been forgiven. The dead man’s grin is wise. Make peace with your god whoever he may be, dead man’s lip tell no tales share no secrets because he knows everyone is listening.