A Reunion of Old Friends

I find it fitting that we finally reacquaint here at Armageddon, a site of sacred pain.
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But here conflict and death are only tombs from which new life will soon birth
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Our story was one strewn with all four, yet our loyalty etched its jagged mark into the world
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But I also remember your bewildering deceit…. when did you go wrong my friend?
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I committed to you, but would suffer alone – feeding off of the scraps we shared
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But you never cared for my loyalty
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For you I burned my mind and soul. Your promises, or demands rather, drove me – But your reward?
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Helotry
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And I have waited patiently for this glorious reunion, for at last the slave becomes headsman
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The yoke we shared now becomes your guillotine
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Die now old friend; for if we are to live I must leave your body here at Megiddo. To Hell with you my beloved Lazarus
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