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Repent! For this is the work of our madness! Much have we poisoned, much have we defiled, that it's now filth that seeps out from the veins.

It is not GOD who will purge this world of the plague: alas, a creation of the plague IT is! The mortal instruments of destruction manifest in delusion of divinity!

Savor the fruits of our twisted labor: a mélange of horrors assorted by the empire, from usury to genocide!

"The killing fields have been long been cared for, and at last, in this day and age, it is now ripe for the great harvest! We are the wheat and the chaff; we are the reapers and the thresher maws!"

The high time has come to administer the coup de grâce and purge the world of this wretched kind once and for fucking all!

Hark the ushering bugles of the last judgment, the deafening roar of purgatory before eternal silence on scorched Earth!