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Your refusal will echo in screams when the time runs out

 Hasten the condemned beyond the imaginations of Kings

 Sign this all way

 As the scales tip under the weight

 The blunt teeth await the strain of dull tearing

 Where the broken are made to break

 Torture is the on the table

 Dim is the light spanned by the terror of evil

 Sentences are nothing but a period of waiting

 Life gets no lease

 In trust we invade the throne room

 Deck the stacked halls of glory

 I've got the world on red in the face of the black

 I'm all in son.

 When your neighbor conspires against the Divine plan

 Tithing to bribe to look the other way

 Loyalty is questioned

 Roots feed the pressure of the tourniquet

 Finally behind enemy lines

 The profits have spoken

 This order has been heat sealed in blood

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 3

 2

 1

 Detonate

 Peace