We will find an answer in the wake of the monuments crumble.
The kingdom torn from the seams that bound it to the skies.
Let the tyrants boil in a sea of soil.
Let the thieves drink from the troughs of their legacy.
Strewn with the heads and hands of their brethren.
They will taste the poison their ancestors injected of which they were so fond.
Huff.
Huff every last remnant Of charred skin and bones.
We are the carcinogen.
We pulsate in your lungs.
We will pave the road to salvation with your fucking carcass.
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