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Settled in a mire, in the sludge
drained from too many inventions:
there everyday shams flourish.
Everyday guiltiness shapes and molds
their ravaged conscience,
kept caged and now smothered.

Their falseness has got shrines
built to last and to command
the obsolete minds.
Bowed in prayers
for power and control,
to proudly become
devout servants of deceit,
dried out of all the empathy.

Forward to an age of subcracy,
through words that mislead the masses thoughts;
foreword to a dazed domain.
Forward to an age of nethercracy.

What else would you expect
from those cripple buriers of morality,
baptized in spiritual misery?
Devout servants of hypocrisy,
dried out of all the sympathy.

Forward to an age of subcracy,
through words that mislead the masses thoughts;
foreword to reigns of feints.
Forward to an age of nethercracy.

We won’t conform to this falsehood dominion.
We won’t lay blind nor be enfettered forever.
We won’t let their lies shine upon the fooled.

Individual coercion gained supremacy
on the strength of human weakness...

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