| A dismal universal hiss, the sound of public scorn
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| The brush that sweeps across the spectral fields
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| This landscape is not without a sense of epic wonder
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| A vast scale that places this sprawling underworld
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| Into a realm of frames
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| With a blood-storm fading into the distance
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| Floating without directions over this smouldering landscape
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| Caught in a moment of transformation
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| These shades of anatomic malignant nature
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| Approached on another in an unpleasant way
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| Frozen in the act of speech, desperate to express it’s state
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| Created in a shape to accommodate a wide variety of demonic forms
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| The realm of the benighted aristocracy of evil most pure
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| This is where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep
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| Emerged from the depths of the earth gasps
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| It rages against mankind, to annihilate the earth and worse
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| It spills the blood like rain, the beauty of death it represents
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| Devouring their flesh with a razorblade smile
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| Genes would still blindly carry on smouldering ember of hell
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| Limned with gold leaf, the scarlet brush
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| That sweep all traces of time, place and pattern
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| Total death in every nation
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| Monuments of vanquished civilization
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| Just as brilliantly removed ruthlessly eliminated
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| The cornerstone of human emotions
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| Has now been drained away
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| I saw death of a most uncommon nature |