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You're about to die and something frightening shows up claiming it's an angel.
It's an undulating mass of gore, like the bi-centennial produce of a slaughterhouse condensed into one mass before being ran through a world sized meat grinder.
Its flesh and sinew glisten like it was just prepared yesterday, with writhing and squirming pieces roaming from top to bottom in seconds.
The way it seems, it seems that it wants you to spend your last moments thinking it's beautiful. What do you do?
Pass awayor
Pass away