WRETCHED ARE THE INSIGNIA ABOVE THE BOWELS OF HELL. Dripping waste from guarded gates, await the eternal feast. Nefarious yet elegant in their presence; writhe within the womb of abomination. Seek unto the tombs of HELL the taste of infernal destitution. Morbid; the ritual smell of lust at the hand of the foul-stenched LORDE.
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