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Walk on the living, they donβt even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble
I follow the orders of only two. I respect the work of only two. I am in constant battles with many, Though one surpassed them all. With forces joined, We created hell, Until our mutual enemy fell. Who am I?
Turns us on our backs, and open up our stomachs. You will be the wisest of men though at start a lummox.
What begins and has no end? What is the ending of all that begins?
The more you take, the more you leave behind.
It's what light turns into in the night