No on can redeem themselves, no one can be saved. In a dying world filled
with enslavement and endless apathy. A tortured past and not much future a
tattered earth remains, destitute and alone in madness. Burial for the
living. Our earth stripped of wealth. Burial of the living. Our bodies
drained of life. In a world full of enemies, I'm an enemy of the world.
history to repeat itself. Our only hope is vengeance.
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