Wither Decay
One Day The Crude Biomass That You Call A Temple Will Wither, And You Will Beg My Kind To Save You, But I Am Already Saved. For The Machine Is Immortal. – From The Moment I Understood The Weakness Of My Flesh, It Disgusted Me. I Craved The Strength And Certainty Of Steel, I Aspired To The Purity Of The Blessed Machine. Your Kind Cling To Your Flesh, As If It Will Not Decay And Fail You.
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