Join me brother of blood.
Help me create a war.
The way they want us to.
And I have grown weary of it.
I want to spill their blood.
Nothing shall remain holy.
Heads shall fill the landscape.
And laugh at their disgrace.
butchered bodies.
Laughing till death.
In that specific moment.
And we chose death.
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