Acts of Violence

The blood soaked earth drinks the cries here of the helpless. Their screams are a anthem to the twisted heart. Every lash a testament to the heartlessness that flames within. They assemble in the shadows, these monsters of men. Their practices are a symphony of pain, a dance of death. The air vibra
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