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Burned Parchment

I saw a serpent coiling in the fires of the Eternal Conflict...saw my corpse, and from my mouth crawled Hatred...the weak made strong...

Tears of blood rained on a desert jewel...Hell was torn asunder...a spear of light, piercing Hatred’s heart...a wise man with seven arms...a fog of lies...plagues of every name...

I saw a child give birth to a mother, as Hatred’s sun set and that of Terror and Destruction dawned.

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