Look at me. Everyone. Just look. Look and listen. What you believe is not what actually is real. Hah
Your god. Or whatever you call it. The cube? I don't have time to understand but know you are wrong. My life isn't controlled or helped by any means. Your puny God is just your means of feeling better about the destruction of yourself. Hah. You don't even fully follow. So, little are true followers. You. You scum. You are just fakes. You don't even bare the mark. The scar. The symbols. How can you call yourself a true believer? But then again do you try? You know the worse that is yet to come. The Iron Fist. They won't stop until you are eradicated.
Why? Well because you oppose a threat. You won't believe me. But I know it to be true. They want to kill the world, watch it burn. And you can stop them. You have the artefact. The cube. It holds immense power. And they know what it does. Do you?
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