Lord Abigor, commander of the Legions of Hell, Master of War and keeper of secrets that lead to victory, be glorified by the beating of the battle drums.  I honor you by offering all my anger and my hatred.  Augment the wrath of your army with my rage.  Lead a destructive onslaught upon the arrogant overachieving sons of bitches that constantly shatter my fragile self image.  May they find their lives hollow and incomplete.  May they suffer eventful lives attaining everything but the things they long for.  May they die lonely and forgotten in a flood of their own tears.

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