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Hate enraged fury burning.
Desolate death as time is so slowly turning; while everything else lies in the wake of destruction slowly burning. Ashes falling from the skies, there is no truth only lies. For these sins we have commited not a one shall be omitted. For these sins and for these lies, our pain shall be horrid and eternal. We will surely end up burning, burning, quite surely burning.
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