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The gods are dead
The visions all seem to say
We're doomed, to rot

The blood of a thousand fucking heavens, rains through the clouds

Scars of the crucifix upon children, terrifying stigmatas, they never die.

They presume possession but it's an infection.

We feel fear.

Cured, by fire.
Let them fucking burn.

They choke on the smoke from the infected undead burning children.

Airborne infection.

See, how they run, flee.

They breathe in their own death,
It never ends

Their putrid skin will rot right off their bones, this is ever lasting, death

Their soul won't move on, they are

Confined, within it's host
Confined, even in death.

Immortal soul confined, all life is left to rot, we're not dying, just suffering.

Earth will rot, it consumes their souls. Blerk

We're

Genetic mutations

Humanimal

They hide, under the ground, in the dirt, like fucking worms, and we are the eagles.

Their hands full of hate, white knuckle tight they fight.

How will it end, or will it never?

The plague consumes; me.

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