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Vomit forth thine conformist filth upon the carcass of mine and leave to seethe. [vain]Glorious in self-righteous decrepitude, feeding joyfully off own erroneous fables! Thou shall not yet blow the vociferous fanfare of Viktoria, as it is I, to carve one finalizing statement... Boorish and condescending, bear no wonder of all the bleached bones, buttressing these firm walls of old, for one to spite must join, and lay upon the dozens left to rot... Here, is no chill...