Alas, the Light has returned to me, soiled in lust. Bearer of false prophecies! His lips spew forth this excrement! From my own veins I'd give these offerings of blood to keep you in my ranks.
Don't you believe in me? Have you lost faith? Crawl through the ashen mud, down, on your knees.
You're not the first ungodly man to crumble. So will you believe in me as I take away?
Victorious these euphoric pigs bathed in mud. Euphoria in victorious squeal of “Martyr!”
Damnation of each blessed nation under the sun. Damnation to these horrible abominations. “Gifts of man.”
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