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Heavily secluded from all but faith, a family in hiding from the world Firm praying, blind loyalty, reciting words divine, from the eldest to the youngest one Their sheer belief in the son's return, if not stayed true, in the abyss would burn The app

Welcome you fool of blunder, insert rite of nether dreams Sheep or leader, your worth equals filth I grant illusions of purging flesh no dog shall be spared Pollution I carry unsuspected Erupted sanity I hereby sell you reign Fallen figures on their