I see the end. I see it quite clearly. I see my own modified Srbosjek slicing and dicing into the jugglers of every Freemason tirelessly. One by one: slash-slash-thonk-thonk...My spirit remembering the horrible sins of the past...and present, that you Freemasons are responsible.
And my God doth not forget...ever!
But thy judgement cometh to thee righteously!
God has sent me to this place and time for a reason. And may not one of you shall escape Her wrath!
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