In this arid desert of steel and stone, I raise my voice that you may hear. Blessed are the strong, for they shall inherit the Earth. Cursed are the weak, for they shall inherit the yoke.
"We ain't the good guys, we're killers without conscience, bad men with big ideas. We're the twilight holding off the night, who the fuck did you think we were?"
I raise my voice that you may hear.
Blessed are the strong, for they shall inherit the Earth.
Cursed are the weak, for they shall inherit the yoke.
"We ain't the good guys, we're killers without conscience, bad men with big ideas. We're the twilight holding off the night, who the fuck did you think we were?"
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