| «Civilisation», like locusts clad in suits they come
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| With their manifests in hand, engineered to corrupt
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| Machinations made to denude our mother’s blood
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| Grow their spawn upon the graves
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| Where once our fallen brother’s stood
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| Idiotic selfish ambition of humanity
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| Narcissistic notions of transcending mortality
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| Far from K-selected, slaves to their defective prosencephalon
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| Subject to morbid obsession with armageddon
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| Technopathic necromancers do their worst
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| Nirate fixated posthuman filth of an abhorrent birth
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| Sowing terror, they only see death in the dirt
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| Ignorant to truth that it’s the lifeblood of the earth
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| Systematic violence, conspiracy of silence, a biocide
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| Human interaction engineers disaster for all life
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| Desperate to escape the existential pain of their intellect
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| Ready to eject and leave this place in search of death
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| Learn to hear but not to look, to glimpse his mind is to self destruct
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| The fruit is ripe but it tastes of ash, there are some questions you should
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| never ask |