Oh Patriarch,
How I long for your death,
To see your blood spilt upon the floor,
To see your limbs flying through the air as I dance around your miserable form.
Oh Patriarch!
How I wish you were dead,
Yet here you stand,
Over my lifeless corpse and my friends dismembered body.
Oh Patriarch!!
How I dream of you being blown into pieces,
How I dream of you being utterly destroyed!
Yet you continue to heal and be victorious,
You, Oh Patriarch, are going to die this weekend.
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