Lo, there do I see my eyeliner;
Lo, there do I see my boots, and my hair dye, and my jewelry;
Lo, there do I see the line of Goths, back to the beginning;
Lo, they do call to me; they bid me take my place among them,
In the houses of great music, where the brave may dance forever.

I am become Death, destroyer of khaki.

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