| The gods that have once spoken to me.
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| Have abandoned me to my pre — destined state.
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| A state in which there are no words, is no language.
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| Only the language of the endless suffering.
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| Suffering that brings me to appreciate my new found existance.
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| One that spawns forth a new being.
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| A being in which there is no appreciation for his fellow man to see.
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| Hatred and remorse unto those who have punished me.
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| Punishment too cold to see.
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| I don’t see, I don’t see.
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| One that I have once created.
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| Forced to change, I don’t need.
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| The path of abomination of all things.
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| For I am now a seed, that will one day set forth a new race.
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| One that will cleanse my soul.
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| Anticipation of the weak — minded fools.
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| One that my once beloved gods will not recognize.
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| Race which feeds off the suffering.
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| As the mortals cry out their new found god.
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| The race grows strong.
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| Until the day.
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| The day of judgement.
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| The race grows strong.
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| Until the day. |