Machine.
I know youre here.
I can smell the insolent stench of your bloodstained hands.
I await you down below.
COME TO ME
...
Limbo.
Lust.
All gone.
Wrh Gluttony soon to follow.
Your kind know nothing but hunger, purged all life from the upper layers and yet they remain unsatiated.
As do you.
-smacks table-
Machine.
I will cut you down, break you apart...
Spray the gore of your profane form across the stars!
I WILL GRIND YOU DOWN UNTIL THE VERY SPARKS CRY FOR MERCY
MY HANDS SHALL RELISH
ENDING YOU
HERE
AND
NOW
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