The knowledge that seeking the favor of another Means the murder of self. This is the resolution The end of all progress The death of evolution It bleeds all life away. Silence speeds the path to the streams of solace that run so few and narrow. Brooks that babble the sounds of torture. You will one day rise
To flood the banks of the chosen. This is the art of ruin. This is the resolution The end of all progress The death of evolution It bleeds all life away. I will teach you all that I have mastered Fear. Pain. Hatred. Power. This is the art of ruin.
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