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Dead!
Useless spiral form moving slowly outside the atmosphere
thought you will survive? Never again!

Locked in the arms of this decadent aeon
Crossing the minds of the wise
The stanch of the olde
The light of those who oppose me
Destroy the temple of your enemies

Trust none as your ally
Those you cast you're love upon may as well defeat you

I hold my heart as a burning sulfur
I discharge myself of the automatic movements of the weak
I carry my sins out in the air
for no unprivileged god will bring me down on my knees

For the one who will crown me
he Is the paragon of intelligence
Trapped in a form of an organic failure
Feeding on indulgence Facing the ancient
Drinking the blood of those who try to destroy me

Remember the screams of the dying man
The scratching nails on your mothers skin
And know the true essence of survival…Death!

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