R.I.P
In your heart you hold the fate, you control your destiny, faiths the only thing at stake, hate becomes the remedy. as Two worlds meet and collide War evolves your enemy there's no place to run or hide meet your maker R.I.P I though I thought you. maybe in another multiverse
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