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Mother Death, you are made of Blood, you are made of Life. Death of the world that surrounds me, like a movie, like an illusion, a reflection of the Void that lies within me. Mother Death, you are a seed in a dark womb, you are the Pause and yet you are the Drum in my soul. And in every pause and every reflection I find myself, but then I get lost because I don’t want to re-member. Oh, how I wa…