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Locked in its bubble

Ceaseless, towards its distorted end

Our image of revulsion

Walk, encouraged to his purpose

Misconstrued, the loathsome breath

Impact us to his self-destruction

Hideously becoming

Our past in mere vulgarity

All we were thrusted by a dream

To swallow our blasphemies and resign

This world hasn't place for me

Our vestiges will be our shit

Hold this burden will bow we down

To the almighty mandate of news

So rise your jars to the crescent

We'll sooner be dead

Fucking loathsome

Wasted life