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Scarlet flames rain from a broken sky, On vile murderers, rapists, and pickpockets. They fall onto stacks of steel, scraping the skies. Death descends on the hateful, on the lovers, On the great, the rich, the holy. The End slices away the poor, the innocent and the good. Godly fury, Devil's wrath, Fiery heaven and frozen hell. Call it what you like, We brought it on ourselves.
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Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 12:01 PM UTC
The End
Scarlet flames rain from a broken sky, On vile murderers, rapists, and pickpockets. They fall onto stacks of steel, scraping the skies. Death descends on the hateful, on the lovers, On the great, the rich, the holy. The End slices away the poor, the innocent and the good. Godly fury, Devil's wrath, Fiery heaven and frozen hell. Call it what you like, We brought it on ourselves.
Dybbuk
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Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 12:01 PM UTC
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