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A world of automatic doors and concrete dinosaurs. Cherubs born of depleted uranium.
One last supper of yellow cake before being purified with the blood of a million lambs.
This is the fruit of the dual trinities.
The cruciform shadows of nuclear angels ejaculating manna from the heavens.
Worship death and your savior will always be near.

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