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When they say you’re out of luck

It means you’re about to fall

In the chasm of desperation

When the whole world is crushing down

Baneful rivers flow to kill

Skies are pouring lands with led

Plastic dirt with acid pills

Poison empty hearts and heads

Breath of Hell and fog of Moon

Rays of Death decaying life

Reaper hid his arcane rune

Heaps of human left to die