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now your grief belies
your wish for being god again
an eyeless ghost
whose home lies cold
and bled to death
did you stay alive?
just a flesh, a trembling nasty boom
do you pray for life?
you freak how the fuck you dare
this will never change
the bedlam and terror
the storm of hissing blaze
where the swine breed was punished
and taken to the headsman
the death of no horns or tail
the end of no sacrosanct halo
thousands of mouths of mayhem
roared: the hell is you
reaching the harvest hour
the fertile have
become fruitless
to brave with
the certain fact
of the malign absolution
while improving hatred
our eyes quit shedding tears
we forget fucking death itself
it roared: the hell is you
reaching the harvest hour

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