| We have infected the decadence
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| Foreseeable crisis to rule the world
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| To abide symbols of envemon
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| The heir assembled for doom
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| Cringe the core of Eidolon
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| From havok anthems
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| Steered to kill and devour
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| Condensed n' empowered for eradications gits
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| And illuminate the six-armed godhead
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| The spawn of a doomed world
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| A simple question any god ever asked
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| Matyrdom to the puritanical herd
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| A simple delusion when death comes to pass
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| A magnificient and unclean stench
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| Comes from the beheaded souls
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| Larvae syndrome crawls beyond
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| The vast visions from the past
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| Down among the senseless thoughts
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| Within an unholy cryptic void
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| A naive sigh withholds the angst
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| From those who yearn the anxious death
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| In the belly of the universe
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| Our remnants are spread like excrement
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| We made up our own grief
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| We are experimental apes to greed |