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Murder brings no guilt
it’s the spearhead of evolution
the dried blood on the hands
is the seal of forsaken illusions.

All signs of deception
ignorance of mortal life
another battle another campaign
heading for a fatal strife.

Assassinated hopes of freedom
a killing spree of disgust
penetrating unknown boundaries
with weapons covered in rust

Priests are preaching of punishment
speaking of misery and gore
but hell is here there’s no afterlife
but affliction, pain and war.

Values of destruction
principles of desperation
the sacrilege of liberty
a passed chance for salvation

A song for mankind’s burial
an unseen resurrection
a broken, defaced statue
of instinctive devastation

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