From the bowels of sarlacc boba fett rises from the damned.
Ten thousand years of torture
will no heed the progress of this man.
From the body of slave one,
vengeance reigns from the sky.
Death from above, in escapable mass genocide.
retribution. vengeance. will be mine.
the pungent stench of the heretic cancer.
consumed by the wrath of my keener brand light saber.
The declaration of holy war umleashed.
terror spread through the blasphemy of the no believer. Skywalker is dead the time to repent is now.
crucified critics mark eternal damnation.
through chaos perverse we reign supreme.
from the gates of besdon we'll see who's the nerd