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Intellect got infected with perversity

And parasites are marching upon the land,

Abandoned by hope...

It's the hunger's omen...

Pyramid, guided by the sons of chaos,

Presented by hypocritical order,

Is opening his bleeding eye...

It's the madman's last wish...

"I ask you", said the executor,

"In this solitude of measured motion do you know

Who's the manufacturer and who is manufactured?"