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| Solitude in splendor has been rivalled Shroud stained with tarblack vomit Veiling the rotting eyes of the masses The strain of Armageddon evolves |
| Its design perfected through aeons Pure, immaculate, clean; omnicidal god/machine |
| Calm, precise ambition Untroubled by the roar of unending screams, The droning blare of absolute doom - The downpitched moan of collapsing dreams |
| Souls burn with hateful intent The deceitful spawn, descendants of lies By the poisoned nails of history stung If granted the will to injure If granted the will to harm - The blades of hurt inexhaustibly swung |
| Carved from thoughts unthought into a graphic, visible delusion of life. A twisted display of dehumanized features, by cells reflected, refracted A frantic dancing of particles, in pathetic attempt at rendering flesh; Swirling to project the illusion of shape, form, dimension and mass. |
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