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Minions in line, desensitized, hope to view afterlife

Hostility, account for miles

Breeding the servile

You think that I'm lifting you up,

but the truth is I'm carrying your life away

This is the thirteenth time

The ritual wind discovers pain, you'll pass away

Again see the curious smiles

Beneath pain they search,

plotting their own vile plans of surgical fury

Vengeance inane, unsewn remains breathe vile air

Wrenched, contorted eyes

Not breathing, fading

Nightmare now ends

Humiliation absurd

Rip out your brain, no way to stop this game

But the nightmares echo after you die