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Beneath the floor of geneology

Holds truth in this hollow blood

Vanishing from comprehension

Is the proof of the settled way

Burn in your mythical land

Let the fires consume your "souls"

The foul stench of rotting thought

Floats amidst in the wintering cold

I can remember when

You meant existence to me

The whithering travesties

Brand flesh with her sickening sign

Love me for molded skin

Until the flames are permitted to burn

Melting unbridled lust

Forever cursed by your bleeding eyes

Reject me...Hate me

No pain too weak

No force too strong

Degrade me...Rape my mind

No thought too harsh

Release the lions

Experience the casualties and

Feel the pain

Sovereign leader - Demagogue

Of fallacy

Sole survivors of common sense

Are ridiculed

Greatness seen in naked eyes

Until their close demise

Illegitimate prophecy

Cacophonous sounds

Of Philomel

Dead, feeble species

Claimed as just

But walking blind

So few words need to be said...

Your primitive lives explain all

Irradicating braincells

With each justifiable proof

How dead the concept is...

Shutter to think upon it

But, yet, one can't avoid

The muttering of mindless nonsense

Kill the local idiot

In this decaying Earth

Poisoning our cups

Each and every day

Like some immunity

That few have failed to see

Symbolic lamb-the leader

Of conformity