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The Mystery

The mystery The mystery of life is enduring what is its purpose? A couple having sex on grandfather´s sofa while he is out milking his two cows. The consequences of this brief union was far from the couple´s mind. So, I ask again, what is life´s purpose? Was there a plan behind it? Winning the toughed race and be born? Or was it only a happendash? Something a spur of the moment encounter Was the newborn destined to become great? And leave behind the immensity of the human mind So, the individual could understand its meaning “what was it all for, Alfie?” The devil had a good day bringing forth another loser doomed to the lowest rung of the ladder and bring the idiot´s genes further down the abyss.

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