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The end of all times and lands shall be...
When the Moon crosses the battlefields of Mars, a beewill fly through a fog and flame over the Megiddo. Anda bee will sit to my opened mouth in crusted blood andgolden dust. In the sunset. Humans is only the flesh, is rarelybeautiful, often not. Their "souls" is only the food for theblack Eagle. I'm rising over them and I may crush themas a worms in a dead flesh with their pathetic desires andlives. They devour all around itself, they waver, multiply, creepand die. At the end of all times and lands... I received thestrength of Our Father. And I'm keeping away emotionallyand see them as they crawl to the end of all times and lands.
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