The blood stopped flowing.
I am not happy at all.
This is not a victory, nor it is a loss
This is just a Game of Time.
Foolish we are if this Strategy.
For our Strategy won't ever match Their Strategies.
So,
More blood actually.
More and More.
Because, then,
We will realize,
That our hands are wet of them,
Our faces are stained by them,
By This wretched, yet innocent blood.
For the Instrument of Goodness sacrifice.
And me,Instrument of Evil seek Salvation.
For The Day of Revelation is COming.
And, so,
I Bow To Thee My Lord.
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