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Millions of tortured souls

Crying from all holes

The winds of constant wailing

Compels the fire to rise in time

The gears that will grind your nails in

Are precise to a razors line

The tears of another's pain

Brings no remorse at all

Phantasmic abominations wait to feast on souls

Falling from the open sky

A hailstorm of terrified living corpses

(Millions and millions)

Sorted by forks the size and weight of anchors

Searing and hot the second that they drop

(Millions and millions)

Some burst in the air from all the heat and pressure

The anxiety of being conscious slime

(Millions and millions)