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A Testament to Jesus grows a reason to hate
At a time so fragile footsteps are placed in the sands
Inside silver death and euphoric powder
There comes a gasp of life
For unto death brings life; and out of hate will crawl love
Where the sciences preserve
And grow a alongside our imperfections- the steel, the cuts, deadly craftsmanship

The makers of terror become terrified
Where our people rule on the most utmost
When death leaves uncertainty and clasps to luck

My friends and enemies, join me amongst the crumble
For this is a time never forgotten
And I welcome you all to my End Days