The suave perfumes of incense and the feeling of rightousness in their hearts was barely enough to mask their cruel actions and hateful intentions. They wrapped themselves in pure white, and adored the light, but their souls were black and darkness filled their every word.
But the poison in their speeches had infected the people of the lands, and nothing good can happen when the weak-minded are corrupted by words of hatred.

A playlist for the White Order, the biggoted and the worshipers.

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