Madness string 19849

Random mermaid
Down in the hole, lingeringly, the grave digger puts on the forceps. We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener.

Come on, don't plead for the end. Process the end and focus at the middle, nor the start. Never, ever. Always you will don't plead for the end. Survive the instant of yesterday that it becomes today until tomorrow. Please? Maybe a ransom needs to throw the problems of the world of no juggernaut. Every day to leave don't plead for the end.