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The temple coruscates of voices, of the selfish and sullen.
I can feel them breathing down my neck, my blackened heart cant save me now.
The force at work is unbeknownst to me, but it's crushing my chest and taking over me.
Soon to desecrate and swallow survivors, this must be...
This is power, this is hatred in it's truest form.
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