Creation Of The Bloated Hangador

You were never a trusted friend,

you never held a place in my heart,

yet you still betrayed me,

you still stole all I was,

even though I never gave it to you,

even though it was never yours,

you bastard,

you fool,

do you realise what you’ve done,

what you made me into,

what you spawned upon this world,

you fain ignorance,

so be it,

meet what you have created,

meet your destruction.

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