| That sweet scent of divinity
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| Guides me through this prismatic maze
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| Such paradoxical abstractions
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| Won’t conceal you from my infinite reach
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| I have done such horrible things
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| Danced on the skin of my infant kin
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| Disemboweled them
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| And pleasured myself with their severed limbs
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| We are nothing
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| Walking through this path of oblivion
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| Followed by the tortured souls
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| Our nefarious ideal have consumed
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| We shall walk this path alone
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| Facing the pain we have induced
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| The state of nature can be so cruel
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| What you deal unto others
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| Shall be dealt upon you
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| Child of nocturnal metamorphosis
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| Possessed by a vengeful rage
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| Embodied sewn within
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| Your brothers carcasses
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| I fear not your name
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| Nor your arrogance
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| Your clouded vision can’t see
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| You are no different than the
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| Human virus you once conceived.
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| Ceremonial symbolism
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| Carved within my elegant scale
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| Into this pit of thorn and nail
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| I am impaled and eviscerated
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| Bleeding primordial ooze
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| All consuming black hole
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| Erasing everything
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| Swallowing the fabrics of reality
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| All that’s left is a cold blackness
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| Compressed by the tension of dark matter
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| We are nothing
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| Walking through this path of oblivion
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| Followed by the tortured souls
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| Our nefarious ideal have consumed
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| Nexus father
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| I have come to ease your suffering
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| Everything I touch slowly dies
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| Embrace your child one last time
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| Stare within my reptilian eyes
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| And fear the hate that lurks behind
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| The moment our fates collide
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| The gift of life will be denied |