| The blessing of a new regime,
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| The epoch of my queen,
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| Birthed of annihilation,
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| Rasied on exhilaration,
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| Cared for by extinction,
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| Delivered by consecration,
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| I have seen it all,
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| The greatest rise and greater fall,
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| Millenniums rest in utter silence
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| Forcing closed life’s own testaments,
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| Nothingness pervades all of my sences
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| Carlessly pouring absolutely relentless
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| The ages and generations,
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| All of my humiliations
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| Endlessly served,
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| Taught and deserved
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| Children lose instinctive feeling,
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| There will be no healing
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| Spiritual or not,
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| There is no saving flock
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| Storms of ash,
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| Blowing vortex,
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| Soulless trash,
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| I cant help But
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| Postulate its too late,
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| For today lets celebrate,
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| Sensationalized or penalize,
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| This massive destruction on the eve of lies,
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| Of our century,
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| Cant you see,
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| Pray to your god or any enitity,
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| It wont matter its not benevolent,
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| It is the caustic force of violence,
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| Behide the altar of underground,
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| Life is wiped out without a sound.
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| It is my book of revelations,
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| I am the prophet of damnation,
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| Knowing there is nothing i can do,
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| I sit back and watch though you |