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I'M GOING INSANNNEEEE FLAY THE DEAD CAST THEIR BONES TO THE FIRE. RECEDE TO THE PITS OF HELL FOR EARTH IS A CAGE FOR THE ACCURSED.

Only one man, my oldest student, now my sworn enemy knows my plan
BAKKER
BAKKER
BAKKER
BAKKER

PLAGUE!
ARISE! The thread must perish at our hands before we perish

plague of bakker flayed devour them.
tear the flesh from the heathen bones.
turn their thread to ash.
cast their bones to the fire.

you are spritzy yet seasonal cattle. i'm hungry for the irredemable.

FLAY THE DEAD CAST THEIR BONES TO THE FIRE. RECEDE TO THE PITS OF HELL LEST EARTH BECOMES YOUR CAGE.

GO FORTH MY HORSEMEN! JUDGEMENT DAY IS AT HAND!
DEATH!, PLAGUE!, WAR!, BEAST!

DEATH SHALL TEAR THE FLESH FROM THE HEATHEN BONES!!!
PLAGUE SHALL DEVOUR THEM WITH PESTILENCE!!!
WAR SHALL CAST THEIR CORPSES TO THE FIRE!!!!
BEAST SHALL TURN THEIR THREADS TO ASH!!!!!!