The wraths of hell

Our days are numbered and the end is at hand, soon we shall perish by the sword of the land, fighting for riches and fighting for fame, when it's all said and done no one will remain, prepare yourself for these days to come cause when it starts there will be nowhere to run, I tell you of this chilling tale so that you may be prepared for the wraths of hell!!

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