| I plan with a clan of, well known omens:
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| Swordsmen atop four horses, roaming
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| Prophets… of the approaching apocalypse
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| Rotted flesh, breath smoking, toxic
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| «War» is the force of our brothers in anger
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| «Famine» represents the hands of Mother Nature
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| «Pestilence» relates to man, She hates us
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| «Death» is the resting place of all creation
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| Examine my basic, transformation
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| From ape to an ancient, escape this plane with
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| Meditation, hang in spacial orbit
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| In a dormant station, and inform my agents
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| From hi-jacked satellite waves in rotation
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| I’ve had a great revelation; |
| ascension
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| A brain elevation, witness the changes
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| I will return to the Earth… and claim it
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| Where light’s absent, I descend barefoot
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| Through the Stratosphere after several years passing
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| Trapped in the black magnetic field
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| Of the Mesosphere with nitrogen gases
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| Ears have been gathered, my speech thunders
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| Near you streets rumble beneath the masses, hundreds
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| Of thousands, bow as the Sun drowns out, see
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| I breathe foul clouds as I scream out loudly |
| Mountains shower around you vanishing
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| Speaking is the powerful mouth of a champion
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| Vocal’s spoken broke tree’s in the canopy
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| Leave the ground breached, seething land steams
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| Hot spring geysers arise, where I touch
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| Watch me glide through the sky as I lunge
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| Swoop through challengers, talons extended
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| Chew through em, growling, malice intended
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| Wind is lifting, carry me with clarity
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| Pitch shift, barrel roll free in the airy breeze
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| Hear a squeak, eagle beak squeeze, eat parakeet
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| Sharing no equal, evil to the very teeth
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| Voices, daring me to poison the merry King
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| Hoist him and carry him, torch him in kerosene
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| Oil and bury 'em in soil, very deep
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| Coiled in various spoils, his hairy steed
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| Sleeping on top of his ashes, dishonored
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| Captains, sergeants, commander’s of armed men
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| Targeted marching, shoot any ranking suit…
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| Who receives a salute from his army
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| I’m heartless, acutely marred gruesomely
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| In darkly bruising scarring, spewing tarry
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| Fluids barring my newest victims from movement
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| I’m sorry for nothing, I’m brutal… Inhuman |