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BEHOLD! THE POWER OF AN ANGEL!
What? How can this be? Bested by this… this thing? You insignificant ♥♥♥♥! THIS IS NOT OVER! May your woes be many, and your days few!
Limbo, Lust, all gone… With Gluttony soon to follow. Your kind know nothing but hunger; purged all life on the upper layers, and yet they remain unsatiated… As do you. You’ve taken everything from me, machine. And now all that remains is PERFECT HATRED.
Machine… I will cut you down, break you apart, splay the gore of your profane form across the STARS! I will grind you down until the very SPARKS CRY FOR MERCY! My hands shall RELISH ENDING YOU… HERE! AND! NOW!
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⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇ Are ya winning son?
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