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A Different Breed Of Killer I Colossus

fallen souls consumes us all. This journey of these fallen souls consumes us. Consumes us all. I see pride in your eyes. You see a way of life. Your life

tell of a machine who lives to destroy the world of man. With virtue as his cause. Inside is nothing. A barren wasteland. Inside is nothing. But a heart

no fear and the ultimate truth. A god of war who does not know his purpose. A god of war. A vessel for death. Bred to end the bloodshed. Not bred to

end of all. When does his reign end? When does this end? You're filled with smooth spoken denial. He will bring forth your end. Your deeds as a worthless

There will be no resurrection for those who suffer his wrath. Can we hold him? Can we hold him here? Locked up to satisfy the populace. But you can see