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He is coming

by dream-caster

Out of the sea he riseth born of the dragon's seed. To buy and sell, his mark all will need. Blasphemous words on each horned head. The sun goes black, the sea turns red. Legions of hell arise the horsemen ride. Soon humanity dies. Pray and grab a crucifix. He is coming, six six six.
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