Horus, or the Chorus!
Matter's not to the friend of mine,
Doth trainwreck slums from fresh rot pines.
Truth deludes sanity, Ferocity compels irony,
Standing before God, You'll come to peace,
Where all is fine, and love is least.
Hallelujah!
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