Behold:
"We will not go quietly.
Would you defy me? I am the eater of hope.
I cannot permit you to exist.
This is the shape and the point of the tooth.
Nothing will ever live that cannot die.
There was life, and He spoke unto it, and it was silent.
And lived no more.
It is the song of endings.
Eternity is close. Can you feel yourself slipping?
In the dark beyond the Hellmouth, there is a terrible need for light.
The light of the will of Crota shines down like a vast and inverse sun.
To rend one's enemies is to see them not as equals, but as objects; hollow of spirit and meaning."
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#Destiny
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But the last one is thorn?