He who bled this flesh paradigm to its marrow, he who devised an illusion of splendor and perished under its glamour, he who carved a throne of excrement and ruled from a stolen body, he who cowered below all styled himself as king of all vermin....
His agony shall ignite the purest of ecstasies, he who crumbles and bleeds his filth upon the rocks below. His nostrils are assaulted by the stench of a burning ring of scum surrounding a cold, dead stone.
My bloodthirst quenched, my urine will salt his fields six hundred and sixty-six times over.

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