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Rage like none other.

Pain for another.

Hate for one and each other.

He will come when you are not vigilant.

Always lurking under the skin.

Destruction at its finest.

A plague of death.

A storm like no other has come.

The time has arrived for a new beginning.

One paved with blood.

-Bryce McEndree

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