It came from Outer Space...
And I saw the lights from the heavens raining down on us, the once favored sons of the great God Emperor of Mankind. And we were poor in spirit and empty of all gratitude to him, who sits on the Golden Throne, rotting like the meat puppet that he is. Let his vengeance come to us. Our guns our waiting, our swords are keen, are blades are stained with the blood of his servants. Let the planet and the galaxy burn...
PLANETKILL
I'll be writing if my bro will.
PLANETKILL
I'll be writing if my bro will.
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VERY BOONDOCK SAINTS EH?
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