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The breeding, the slaughter. Come chaos, disaster.
Through famine, for profit. Like rats in a snakepit.
The deathbed, the mourning. Come sickness, scorning.
United, divided, revoked and blighted.
Traditions, "our nature" is keeping ourselves from a future. Disaster and denial is closing us in towards
the scourge and we're all the victims here.
The fracture and the fighting is getting us closer to nothing.
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