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See us stand mesmerised? No!

Orange limbs on parade soaked in red light

In the court of Cain's disciples

backs adorned with golden knives

I see them dancing with the dead,

forcing smiles and covering flesh with paint

Yes! They rot!

Yes, they are decomposing!

Let the sewers open

the gaping mouth of great seduction

Sorry, I ain't that victim!

You nameless slaves to hedonism;

You're cowering in your dreams

as you drown in your own liquids

Feather boas on dressed up snakes

piercing hearts with a poisoned stake

glitters fly into the nightsky

brown noses lined with white

narrated by ten thousand lights...

and endless shrieks through the night

Toxaemia inbuilt

to erroneous bloodlines.

The energies in my mind are frothing chemicals, septic slime!

Sketching out amidst the invisible torturers that fly

upon the fossilised air

constructed in the terminal lairs...

The Sewersaints are preaching virulent destinies

in Refuse Cloisters echoing venereal prophecy

Dystopian terrains,

masked with decadent sounds

lurking in silence are

the nanotech feeding grounds!

Sorry, I ain't that victim!

You nameless slaves to hedonism;

You're cowering in your dreams

as you drown in your own liquids

Reports through tormented wires

to the terrible squadrons

motorized to terminate

an expendable mass with

no spirit left to fight

Surplus denizens, exceeding capacity

spiritless disciples of maniacal machinery

Through our weaknesses the conscience is seared

to a world unfolding lunatic nightmares