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Death

We are all pharaohs now. Standing on heaps of decomposed bodies of fellow human beings, fists clenched and crying towards the heavens, demanding our greatness be acknowledged–trying to drown out the sound of those never ceasing knocks on our chests, that started on the day we were born, reverberating through every crevice in our body the same terrifying old message: You are next, human…you are next.