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This is a day of destruction when you regret waking from eternal rest.

I was never the one to spare lives especially when they were taken before.

You built your home on soiled ground and disturbed the dead, releasing suffering onto the world with every awakened grave.

I will not become one of you, no I will not become one of you.

Watch as the fire burned the skies and rips through the clouds.

Destroying the world as the world as the apocalypse approaches.

Pumping shell after shell into your carcass, there is nothing else you need to know except I am vengeance and this massacre will be from my hands onto the undead.

Await the arrival, await the onslaught.

With the barrel of my gun as my rosary, I survive this plague and move forward to live.

Watch as the fire burned the skies and rips through the clouds.

Destroying the world as the world as the apocalypse

I will not become one of you.

This is the end of the world.

They came back from the dead to harvest the flesh of the living and I sent them back to hell.

I sent them back to hell.

With the barrel of my gun as my rosary, I survive this plague and move forward to live.

There will hesitation and there will be no remorse, I will not be among the dead.

Killing, severing, mutilating every corpse until I am free.