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“What of the hunting, hunter bold? Brother, the watch was long and cold. What of the quarry ye went to kill? Brother, he crops in the jungle still. Where is the power that made your pride? Brother, it ebbs from my flank and side. Where is the haste that ye hurry by? Brother, I go to my lair to die!”

...greatness.

“What of the hunting, hunter bold? Brother, the watch was long and cold. What of the quarry ye went to kill? Brother, he crops in the jungle still. Where is the power that made your pride? Brother, it ebbs from my flank and side. Where is the haste that ye hurry by? Brother, I go to my lair to die!” ...greatness.

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Greatness.

You know what else is slouching towards Bethlehem? Nuclear hellfire. It can't be stopped because jews won't stop until they are burnt offerings. Holocausted. They're fucking begging for it, those sick fucks.