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The masses rot as they breathe, bathing in plague.
I cannot rest until I have killed the diseased.
The live may not rot.
Rotting is a privilege saved only for the dead.
The masses rot as they breathe, bathing in plague.   I cannot rest until I have killed the diseased.   The live may not rot.   Rotting is a privilege saved only for the dead.