Hatred, flowing in my veins. Looking up to the sky in defiance. I linger, dreaming of its fall. My abomination, the heavens degradation. My abomination, the heavens degradation. The void will be fulfilled, when I rise towards the heavens. In thrust you will fall flickering to my feet. Quivering, with agonized abhorrence shining in your eyes as you sink into abysmal despair. Caged as I once was, you will drown in solitude as the silence drives you insane. Then, tortured by the screams of your followers, baptized in the blood of your precious angels as the last thing you will perceive. I laugh at the sight of your pathetic occurrence, as I drive my spear right through your head! I raise my chalice in absence of your gazing eyes. In a malice, I can see awe of my entity. Unhallowed lands as far as I can see. And the crown on my head, to remind the hordes of your end.
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