no,
Buyan was not for us; we had no place in paradise because we were no
worshippers of light; of blissful ignorance; of idealism and of
happiness... hearken: we are the Zorza, and we possess the power to
unleash the wolf upon you all, ever since we acquired the keys from
the last king of Uruk at the crossroads between the steppe-wastes and
the Cedar Forest; thenceforth we contemplated with ardency our
plannings for the future, for we held the golden staff of terrorism;
you should be wise in fucking with us; nowadays, there is still a
flame in our hearts, and our blood of vengeance is boiling hot; we
want to lay waste to Buryan; our dreams circle like preying animals
around the thought of it... our glorias shine with the ecstasy of
destroying something beautiful; wherever we look ---
holocaust-spires, death-obelisks, pylons of destruction: yes,
consider this the declaration of war: we shall carry out a
co-ordinated and well-orchestrated terrorism campagin on the island
of our upbringing, Buryan: we hate it and we want to level it with
the ground: we admit this and we will not change our minds.
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