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Feebly she fights to distinguish her name

To shroud what she turned out to be

A thin veil of jargon and insolence

And the fool is fooled again

Never will clarity bless her sight

We give the attention for which we are cursed

Still she whore herself for the glass eyes of the world

And the fool is fooled again

False pride she takes in feigning her quality

She is nothing but the spawn of a ruined race

A continuance to tainted probity

A portrait of an existence without base

Her antiquated sovereignty is long departed

Her angelic face has now been painted old

I raise the bronze chalice fill with her viscous blood

God grins spitefully as she writhes beneath my hate

Pure malice flows through my judgement

I spurn your ideals of enlightening me

My concordance with you weeps in the dimness

And my timeless thoughts of timeless reprieve

Who among you would have me do

Nothing but die?

Not long for this world as my wrath unfurls

With your pain I shall abide

Sow into the earth the seeds of my scorn

And raise great forests of abhorrence

A shoulder to cry on you'll not find here

Seek your forgiveness elsewhere

She screams in the furnace

Nothing pleases me more

Than to see an angel's wings torn from her back

And devoured, the silk-laden whore