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Abomination
This land is barren for a good reason,
Those who once lived here were long ago damned.
Today winter is the only season,
Throughout this vile and wretched wasteland.
We scorched this place and salted the soil,
As part of our plan to raze them all.
To us they were a festering boil,
And before our might we watched each one fall.
But in this place their foul stench still remains,
Because they were life’s abomination.
The terror they caused still brings about pains,
From the days of their quest for perfection.
The evil of their vision still lurks here,
Ready to tempt us with that which we fear.
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Aside from my great plans to become the future dictator of the moon, I have little interest in political discussions.
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