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You reek of death and pestilence

Dead rats and bloated carcasses

Resounded fears ring through my ears

The shadow fall first on those who tremble

One bad turn deserves another

The great pride sleeps under the cover of despair

Faced with the tide of ego

Past lives are spurned this way

Your facetime with your dead at last

As you preach to an audience

Of consequential demons

Face down you're already dead

Sustaining on your own bullshit

Your debt to pass on the world

While morals are meagerly paid

Your facetime with your dead at last

As you preach to an audience

On these deaf ears you lie

My friends, my fellow dead

In these dying times of grave institutions

The day has come to embrace an old religion

With fear as the new god!

One last time the space between, thought and action

Breeding unrest, in your system focus

In the regret, of your pathetic lack of conviction

You're already dead

You're already dead

You're already face down in your own bullshit

Your facetime