| As swarms of insects, set to dwell the earth. |
| Murderous
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| Cattle to feast upon their weak. |
| Determined survivors
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| Yet flocks of lethal beasts. |
| Hunt or be hunted or turn
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| The other cheek
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| Give voice to the beast within — enter that howling hole!
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| Withering tissue and bone, as holy as blocks of stone
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| Slaves to a will, immortal; |
| to the divinely immoral
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| A dark pattern, immemorial. |
| Man-Beast: the hangman of
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| Life. |
| War order revocation. |
| Earth cleansing — un-creation!
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| Hell dwellers' re-creation. |
| Man-Beast: the hangman of life
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| But specks of sand in the wind, like palms on a futile
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| Board played with laconic contempt. |
| Your fate is in the
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| Hands of the gods!
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| Those ancient movements celebrating ugly death: a dance
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| Of primal worship. |
| Men to piles of shreds. |
| The sound of
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| Human instinct let loose from its chains: a symphony of
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| Madness and exploding heads
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| React not with resistance but with faith and bliss!
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| Lay down and perish in the flames of cold!
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| The end might well be gruesome, but an end it is
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| Now witness one last miracle — you, faceless fools!
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| Thought and voice to blood and scattered limbs, to vast
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| Climes of carrion. |
| Oozing forth from dead unseeing eyes;
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| The one and Holy Ghost
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| A morbid carnation decorates the soil: corpses in blood
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| Pools, splattered brains and ashes. |
| The ruins lie coated in
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| A film of human grease. |
| Echoes of silence and wounds
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| To brightly gush |