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  • Artist Info: The moon peers down on this diseased world. There is no cure for this disease. The smell of blood is as common as the smell of white plums. Death no longer terrifies man, so he creates slavery and savagery, which surpass the horrors of dying. This can only be fought with more bloodshed, and the cycle never ends.
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