Does the corruption of thine soul know no boundaries? Ye shall be hurled into the abyss of fire, roasted alive by seething serpents, fire breathing dragons of the BabBazz torturing thee until the end of days, repent, avert this disaster, for the spirit of the BabBazz and it's spawn deceive thee, look to the Loaf, inspire, or suffer pain, as swords fall from the pointed piano of Jim on behalf of the Loaf and the vultures feed on thine carcass until they can gorge no more, whilst ye still breathe, in torment, never to be released by death, yea, though thee may beg for the ultimate release, thine impure soul shall chain you to hell on earth.
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