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The knowledge that seeking the favor of another |
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Means the murder of self. |
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This is the resolution |
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The end of all progress |
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The death of evolution |
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It bleeds all life away. |
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Silence speeds the path to your streams of solace that run so few and narrow. |
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Brooks that babble the sounds of torture. |
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You will one day rise |
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To flood the banks of the chosen. |
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This is the art of ruin. |
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This is the resolution |
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The end of all progress |
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The death of evolution |
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It bleeds all life away. |
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It bleeds all life away. |
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Go! |
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Quack! |
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I will show you all that I have mastered |
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Fear. Pain. Hatred. Power. |
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This is the art of ruin. |
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This is the art of ruin. |
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This is the art of ruin. |