In front of my very eyes, you have defiled my god, and you ask me to stay calm. How can I? These gods are the last hope of my life `being fulfilled', - you take away my last hope and ask me to stay calm. How can I?
You give me some zombies and tell me to make into them gods. How can I?
I don't think I am `ME' any more. Thanks to you.
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