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Oh bringer of ruin; scion of madness
Self-righteous avatar of failure
Eidolon of the grave, and apotheosis of arrogance
Your eyes will see the end
Of your facile hegemony

Visions of the future, torn
From the distended maw of the past

Will you sneer then?

Your malice isn't novel;
Your great revelation is anything but
There will be no reconciliation

Visions of the future, torn
From the distended maw of the past
I wonder if you'll sneer then

When you seek a brief respite
From tenebrous oblivion
I hope that it is my sneering face
That you see

And, so it is my honest prayer
My fervent wish
That you see your heart's desire
Made manifest

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