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... des to wage war endlessly?
Even in death, our souls are like the carrion birds of the battlefield, fighting over the scraps of death, even until we die a second time.
So then, why do we bathe in the endless tide of red?
"It is for naught, but to satisfy our own hubris, of course." Brahm, the Battle Monarch of Blood said to the endless darkness that forever filled the skies of the Thousand Heavens.
Of course, the darkness was not sentient, so it did not have an ans ...
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