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A Life

a life When a spawn meets an egg, it is totally by chance the egg, and the spawn has no say in the matter, in time life, is born, the new Life's only duty is to produce another life. The between beginning and the end is what we call living. Some live long, others live short, and this is purely by good luck A shivering August butterfly on the window sill When taken indoors flapped tired wings and lived a few days longer. Many old human butterflies live in rest homes where they get fed and medicated to live a few more years. They are prayed upon by nuns and priests who tell them about Jesus, the most famous butterfly collector of them all If they believe in him, they will go to heaven and be saved A holy person will stick a needle in them and put them in a big book and forever, they will be beautiful. For non-believers, there is no rosy future They will die on the ledge turn into dust and washed away by the rain.

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