A Life Swathed In Blood
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What is life in reality? Is it consciousness? Materialism? Greed? Lust? Maybe it's passion. But there's always that one thought that maybe it's just hate. Complete and utter loathing with a thirst to drain away all life and is only chained down by morality. These are his thoughts. These are my thoughts. We are one. We are an entity. We are immortal. We are the New Gods and this is our story, of a past drowned in blood.
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