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Listen you replacement apostate for the Kenyan bastard, you will die in peace and have honors adorning you, but to die in peace, means a nation has died in war.

The nations are drawn, but the hook is not in their mouth. They will come and the Virgin sold to iniquity will die.
Calamity upon calamity, doom upon doom, it will be as if a man ran to hide under his bed and was bitten by the kiss of death.

Think not you den of thieves who steal elections that your skill at vote theft is more righteous than the next, for there is no more sinful ilk than you. You are canaanite. You are sodomite. You are savage ignoble and none is there to replace the witless folk.

You are heathen, you are chaos, you are destruction. Your prettiness is a whore's garb and your stench rises from your poisonous nethers.
What was chastisement. What was judgment. Is now rejection for there is no remedy and only a remnant will be saved.

Darkness, gloominess, the pale. Before the spring comes, comes the seasons of searing summer, of crackled autumn and the graves of winter.
The scorched earth before the blade green in valley serene.

Apostate for apostate, judgment upon judgment, end unto end. Let them feed the worm with their own and let the worm fertilize the plain, blood sea to blood sea.

The 44th is the 44th and the 43rd was the last.

A nation gasps it's last and the people call it the breath of life. Morgue, coffin, hearse and grave. The casket of her is pretty shrouded in a blue fly weave.

Apostate, will they mourn to honor you or mourn for the nation dead. Will the odours they burn be to honor you or will they be to eradicate the stench of death across the amber sea.
Have they been so long without staff that they think a stick is a scepter?

Behold apostate, they will burn for you, but the nation burned first. Behold apostate, they will mourn for you, but mourn for themselves first. Behold apostate, you will die in peace, for silence is all there is in a scattered land.

The president's bracelet become the chain of servitude for this our ignoble lord.


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