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Soul Grip
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Ormliknande
When the third cross falls the serpent emerges devouring half of the world.
It will wrap its body around the ribcage of the earth.
Bones perforate lungs, torn limbs decorate the dirt.
In silence we scavenge.
In welter we swarm.
The serpent shall ensure our children will be stillborn.' The effigy of the idolator.
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