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We Are Legion

A man might have immortal life and wander for all the generations of man till reaching the edge of doomsday let me find harbour to see again with longing the lives of those who grow old and die Of those who die You who have the gift of life you who have the gift of love by Gods grace grant me the best of all gifts the gift of a merciful death (And forthwith Jesus gave us leave to possess a herd of pigs our unclean spirits went out and entered into the swine we as a herd ran violently down a steep place into the sea we were there about two thousand and were choked in the sea)

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