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The night sky, draped in black. Overcome with hate, I yearn for the end of the legacy of christ. Clouds of war ... are born. Fear ... overwhelms their thoughts. Prophecies foretold this fate for years unheard. A hate that has bred since the dawn of christ in man. Shrouds of war ... untorn. Fear ... will bring their fall. 1 have viewed this page!
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