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In our nothingness, we are broken;

But, we are the fist and we have the sword!

In our voicelessness, we are subdued;

But, we are the masses, we are the horde!

The tyrant rides it's high horse

Adorned with tears and broken dreams.

It's belly filled with disparaged blood,

It's song a degenerate scream.

May it taste the sting of our resolve.

May we break free from its chains.

May we see the tree refreshed

By the manure running through its veins.

For this blessed cause be martyred

Like the bastard of the virgin whore.

Our blood will feed the tree

So it fruits for its children once more.

Plutophagist, Carnivore

Reign with fire, Feed some more

Among the fallen gods

Lies the shrouded left hand path.

Arrogance succumbed to greed,

We submit our will to the dead man's wrath.

We barter our souls against falling sand

To fill our mouths with the ferryman's coins.

At last, devoured by the stench we worship

birthed by the dead man's loins.

Plutophagist, Carnivore

Reign with fire, Feed some more

Plutophagia, Leprosy

Crumble and fail, Cease to be.