| Wired night burning out lamenting the exhaustion
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| Immediate hunt and the imminent slaughter
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| Running blind burning mind overcome and weary
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| Outcome of the endgame is as hollow as the instinct
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| Now against the towering relic
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| Witnessing your fear become your singular possession
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| Legions bred to build and reap and sever off the senses
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| Eradicating flesh and bone immortalized in stone
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| Lashed and whipped with wind and bit by bitter ego’s torment
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| Descending through dimensions darkened by dementia
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| Shrines in caves and lost in forest ruins speaking to their times
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| But the ceilings will come crashing down and better draw the lines
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| A warning of wonder and fear to behold
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| Possessed and drunk with lust and power in the light of the ashen glow
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| A wealth of souls to be bought and sold
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| Their thoughts and minds to own
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| Falling into nothingness
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| Swallowing every throne
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| A warning of wonder and fear to behold
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| Possessed and drunk with lust and power in the light of the ashen glow
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| A wealth of souls to be bought and sold
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| Their thoughts and minds to own
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| Falling into nothingness
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| Swallowing every throne
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| Piercing at the sky and in it’s shadow a growing fear
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| Visceral and consuming all yet higher as they build
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| Legions bled, never fed, naked to the yield
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| But the truth is so much more commanding of the weaponry to wield
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| Rising from the wilderness, the will to live (Obelisk) |