procreating a new era
with fallen idols
that damned little child
screaming from the depth
depth of his origin
don't let me race those animals
with my broken legs
don't let that young beast
grown on my darkened blood
cause it will collapse the idols
and produce the new air
that air who send my message
to let my wrath shout
with a noised pitch
don't let me race those animals
with my broken legs
don't let that young beast
grown on my darkened blood
my wrath shall be eternal
upon that bleeding wound
to let it suffer the taste of existence
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