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Pressure on the inner walls of my brain grows heavier. I must
Alleviate the pain I feel, for soon many will die as they come
Before me with effortless attempts. The search for divine power
Beckons me and the only way to achieve is to destroy. Victims of a
Torn society lay in waste, as I pick through the bloody carcasses.
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