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You stand in the wind of deceit.

Cold fear force the weak to beg.

Feeding on the mind of the sick

Pulled deep into the void of greed

Speaking in tongues of nonsense

awaiting reward for loyalty

You bask in the light of deception without the knowledge of the rope with which you hang your self

Disease, rid this world

Regurgitated scraps descend

from the wretched masters throne

As the rest eat like dogs

Wallow in a sea of rot

The sins of all who burn

Will be collected and displayed