Through the ages they have been it with perfect discipline and unbending loyalty, to the majesty of invisible power. All in the realm of death is nothing else but peace (OH)

Its inhabitants have all received equal rites because they received equal rights

I began reading on page six, because fuck it, nothing matters. On page six, a man rode his sled across a vast wasteland, towards an impossibly evil dark force, in a fortress made of ice

I skipped ahead to page 324, because death is always close at hand. And the dark force was being strangled by the man, who had gained some kind of superior power. As the dead light behind the dark forces eyes began to flutter, I closed the book, because all endings are essentially the same

All endings are essentially the same, I said to myself, wiping tears from my eyes