the increasing merchants' blood lust bodes ill for the future. The ringed fat fingered fools believe themselves insulated from their thefts...that their button press executions, and proxy wars will escape Master's attentions. The honor of our predecessors' arsenals held excesses in check, they required intimate skill for application.
UAVs, railguns, lasers, intra-orbit kill vehicles, ballistic missiles, binary poisons, nano-viruses, C-beams, H-bombs, grasers, plasma projectors, EMPs... Merchants are worried about ease and returns, but human Spirit and our universal understanding of the club will be their last realizations.
Their silks sodden with blood, intestines roped around desperate and soft hands, gonads a hamburgerred horror. And as the corrupt light flees beady eyes, they will hear throat sundering screams as their thefts' beneficiaries have their charms collected by His servants.
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