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From the moment on I understood the weakness of my flesh
- It disgusted me -
I craved the strength and certainty of steel
I aspired to the purity of the blessed machine
Your kind clings to your flesh
- As if it will not decay and fail you -
One day the crude biomass that you call the temple will wither
- And you'll beg my kind to save you -
But I am already saved
For the machine is immortal
- Even in death I serve the Omnissiah -
~ Magos Dominus Reditus
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