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Still, are the kings of this world

Death will conceive a new god

Megalith mesmerizing feeble minds

Black hypnotic rays transmit from the altars

Religious hoards amalgamating

Duplicates of the monument erect

Worshipping and hailing the eternal beings

Still, are the opulent majesty

Distant calls heard from afar

To gather in its presence

Consumed through portals created for

cleansing earth of its filth

As Gabriel’s trumpets ring

Our deletion begins