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Awake into a dark horizon where our children's fingers drip in the

blood of their creators. We've been consumed by our technology. We now

bring the life of death upon ourselves. Crucified into a genetically

altered way of life, our species will not survive. We've kissed the

cold palm of death for the satisfaction of our own. The scent of the

end fills our senses, for now the taste of the apocalypse rests upon

our lips. Spawned into a generation of disease to rot within the

nonexistent enjoyment of life. Now I will watch you burn within this

revolution. We've licked the forked tongues of the demons we created. I

scream in silence for salvation and bleed for hope of a brighter

tomorrow, but the sun no longer exists where man's technology is king.

I slit the wrist of this synthetic way of life and I pull the veil down

over my eyes. I will savior the warm blood as it spills upon my hands.