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The great deluge is about to come!
Hope dies with the wind...
A storm like a cold stare:
This is belief - This is above all knowledge!
Face the undeniable fact of death - Archetypes stay while the world dies away.
What a sinister bless for the few - Are you of the devil's seed or not?
