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Standing in the tall grass
Thinking nothing.
B.E was not afraid. Not the loss of his colonies (though it annoyed him, of course). Not of the cracks creating ravines in his skin. And he certainly wasn't afraid of death. Not after what he'd seen, what he'd done.
You know
We need oxygen to breathe
Oxygen to breathe.
This existence was just one expertly rigged game of chess, and B.E had simply played his pieces to the best of his ability. He'd undoubtedly played them well, as spending the better part of your life as the world's largest empire was no small feat.
Every time you think you're talking
You're just moving your mouth.
Death couldn't be as horrible as humans claimed. At least he'd be able to find Prussia in where ever he'd end up. Honoring the last request the German nation had made was the very least B.E could do.
Every time you think you're walking
You're just moving the ground.
Even so, B.E knew where he'd end up if what the Christians said was to be believed. B.E had always had a funny relationship with religion. He was the home of a whole sect of Christianity, but had only ever practiced because K.O.E had told him told him to, and K.O.E had practiced whatever was beneficial at the time. And if there was any god, it didn't love its people enough to stop B.E from ruining their lives.
Every time you think you're looking
You're just
looking
down.
B.E could feel the cracks in his flesh growing into fissures with every breath he took. He was crumbling, and there were pieces of himself breaking off and disintegrating like ash. Wonderful. He closed his eyes and sighed, a deep, long-suffering sound that could be interpreted as almost annoyed, as if death was merely a minor inconvenience, as the cracks spread to his head. His last thought was marvelling at the painlessness of the sensation, before his consciousness was washed away like a poorly built sandcastle.