They believe in these machines
That devour the spiritual forces
But they forget that these devices die
They believe in golden idols
Creations of corrupted minds
Contaminated conscience
Cannot die
Their blind faith is a draft of joy
They're victims of
Indoctrination of minds
Glorification of pleasures
They don't realise they are slaves
Of what they created
By now they're only beings
Without their own will
And controlled like androids
Complex of the failure breeds within them
As the worm of remorse which never dies
Shall lead vicious hearts to a rotten fate
River of men is flowing
Bringing with it a black acid smell of death
Existence they loved, now is refused
Self hate in morbid icons has blinded them
Illusionary pleasures shall be eradicated
They believed in these machines
Who deceived for an easter life
To hide their own weakness
In front of what is not seen
Fake is only what they are

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