At the steps of the Master's kingdom, I kneel to what I've joined.
The archaic atrocity of the necromancer has been summoned!
A celestial plan of destruction is being waged upon all of humanity.
I am the exemplary of the ravages commanded!
As I place this encumbrance upon all households, I will dwindle the specific belief systems that I personally abhor.
We are the storm troopers descended to efface the crucifixes you bear, and to induce and deplore
you.
A conflagrate nimbus with razor blades, and revised cross between the eyes is the sordid appearance that will rend your kind.
Oh the mirth that will fill our blood stained faces!
Savagery amongst the innocent to seize the lives of the lie and bring fourth the reign of perdition and the riddance of the holy fallacy.
This is a genocide to illuminate your delusions.
I am the exemplary of the ravages commanded.
We will bathe in the blood that fills the serpents land!
As your burning in the furnace, where is your ethnocentric pride?
As your burning in the furnace, where is your helping hand?
It's all occult as you FACE
THIS PERILOUS PLAN!
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