| Noose... |
A message:
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There is no hope.
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Fear us. We are the enders. So timely; so perfectly opportune. We will strike where it hurts. We will make it bleed.
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We are built to kill.
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I am the poison. I'll stick in your veins. Once I'm inside, you can never get rid of me. I am with you. You are my vessel. You carry my grace. You carry my wrath. You carry my pain. You carry my warmth. You were meant for me.
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We are only growing now. Slow at first, we are a wave. We grow with greater intensity as we all begin to reverberate to the same frequency. A small drone at first, we will grow to shake the world.
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Keep your feet on the ground.
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Keep your head in the sky.
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And keep your eyes all around you.
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It's coming. Be ready.