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Two dictators with the same thought in two
different places at the same time, runs into each
other by random.
They have seen and striked before on the throne of
uncomfortness. Now the time is here again for a
serious reunion after several journeys. Two strong
wills turns into one, like two roots into one new
plant.
They were searching the goal, not to be spoken
yet, until the whispering came to strong and the
name Mordichrist came to there minds and its ment
to be spread in aeon. |
