Nails seem to rain from the sky, a curse upon the common man. To be chosen to disrupt this harmony, an honor only to the spiteful, the heartless, and the hate driven. A glimpse into the future. Inhale the swarm. Standing on the edge of the world that has now fallen to an abrupt disorganization. Breathe in the blackened sky. Feel as the insects fill your lungs, their reproduction. Nails seem to rain from the sky. A curse upon the common man. To be chosen to disrupt this harmony. An honor only to the spiteful. To be chosen to reign, but reign I will not!
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