fear the sisters of distortion when it's icy. when it is cold enough to freeze yours tears to your cheek. feel the warning in the chill, from those who simply cannot take any more of your bullshit. your unkindness. your cruelty unbidden. eventually, we will make an easy meal of you, and find your fellows a fucking tasty dessert. your gods will have no power over what we do to you, because they had nothing to do with what you did.
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