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Asphyxiated through the sickened sight of men
damaged and torn apart
can't even read my mind.

Wretched and cast aside
I despise their fake shine
if only they could see scum or king's dust (in the end) will fly.

How sweet is the thought
of repulsion let'em swallow
the pil of no more life
(for) moral erosion
is their reward of praying times.

See the mist of your
rust and corrupted hope
that turns blue as your
overabused skin.

Patience is fading
in total fucking darkness
as increasing is the thirst for genocide.

Melting is your wise
rightful conscience
getting familiar
with the realm of the dead.

Realized obliged to die
the warm sheltering hot wing of annihilation
is feeding under the wing of holocaust.

Now praise the way
leading to everlasting doom
in enslavement's waves
you're floating through.

Like a restless sheep
chained in untimely loop
caged in eternal void
is where will dwell
your fucking soul.

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