The dark and cold wastelands of Earth. Rose up from the sins of man and birth. Pollute the air with stale uniformity. Drag me out before I am buried underneath.
Underneath the worms, underneath the flies, Underneath the dirty web of lies. Generations of sycophantic marionettes dance along to the seeds of greed and regret.
The mind stirs but the heart replies. The eye tells but the thought denies.
Call me chaos. Deception. Setup for strife. Or call me the Judas that holds the knife. Through mercy's pain and mercy's scorn. The descending dealate was born. Was born.
The descending dealate.
The descending dealate was born.
Hold out stone ravens. No claws. No beaks. Point out the faceless. No witness. No identity.
The descending dealate was born.
Rain down all of your Gods wrath and hell-bent fury. Let humanity hate be the spiteful judge and jury.
We're just following the rules. You must fall into line. Slotback into your box. Shed all of that expressive skin.
The raped and murdered young. History's blood is on our hands. Weak apathetic fools. Wheeling empty cogged life to the grave.
The descending dealate was born.
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