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Acid palaces of hoar
Of holy, Sacred ruins
Tie in a present moment
Of drowned spaces
Spill human hatred
...Black cascades

Blackest residues
Of sentenced illusions

There are no edges for every step to walk
It seems like a thread
Cling to the death

Among The Phlegm Of God

Hit the skull...Again and again
Of whom implore mercy
Of who was your chosen one
To paying in this land your eternal misery

There was no beg
Which shut all those voices
There was no childish pray
Which could be able to scare them

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