Memorials I feel a warm breeze as the gates of Hell open to greet me. The Angel of Death told me I am to be the wind ushering in a true change of seasons. So if you are lucky enough to hear the rustling of leaves behind you Take a look over your shoulder, because I intend to push you through those gates ahead of me then follow via the same gun
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