| The bodies of millions pile atop the splintered streets of a now rotting
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| metropolis.
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| Ignorantly drowning in the flames and fumes fabricated by their own doing.
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| As their lives smolder and ignite their faces steadily ripen with immense
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| pleasure.
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| Self-execution comes with victory, self-mutilation comes with utter success.
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| Their perception flickers within the glowing and ignited landscape as they gaze
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| toward the once populated soil.
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| The nations flag cloaks the impure fallen militant bodies, fraudulent
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| celebration of integrity.
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| The hordes of the serpentine lord infantry march and butcher the remaining
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| living.
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| Nuclear warfare ticks down as the sirens resonate through the ears of the
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| moribund.
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| Detonation! |
| Extermination! |
| The fragmented shell diffuses and erupts
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| A conflagration of infernal horror |