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Beyond the boudaries of this mortal mind,
Stand treachorous gods in who we confide,
Abandoning faiths with the stroke of a blade,
A sanguinary spray on the path they have laid,

And out from the crevices now shall creep,
The tools of destruction, the horrific beasts,
Rabid jaws with froth and blood, weep,
As the fangs of judgement savour the feast.

Shattered remains of the structures they'll find,
The cities have burned to an ashen decline,
In the streets lay the broken and twisting forms,
Now from desolation, resistance is formed.

Warriors stand without nation or name,
To exact revenge for brothers seen slain,
Brushed aside by cold hands of extinction,
Motionless shadows witness obliteration.

These plethoric dreams that burn in our hearts,
Are the very talons which tear us apart.

An arterial mural bestowed on us all,
A reminder of mortality etched on the walls,
Distopian, ruined [fucking] bleak.
Acrid, wretched, becoming the weak.

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