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I've come to an implausible conclusion
That I'm bathing my hands with a refreshment of poison
I'm indulging my thirstiness with an infectious substance
For the bane of my existence is solely outlined to aid the breeding of ill and brainless
Lather, rinse, repeat
Gather, convince, deceit
A global shift has commenced one gallon at a time
Turning the masses into walking malignancies

The demon lord's son, now a ruler of only one nation, spreading his gospel among millions.
Empires fused and bound together by the fingertips of their distinct leader, a flesh parade of a converted public altered from catechization, manipulated and influenced into a sense of delusive calm, consuming every word spoon fed directly into their beliefs.
As a shepherd carrying his offerings between his arms, garnished statements maintain and keep his people optimistic and confident.
A throbbing army only grows from the misleading tongue of their new ruler.
One army with new beliefs expanding through demonic designation, ordered to butcher the existence of anything contrary, almost as a reoccurrence of times past.
As previous enemies of the forgoing lord have come and gone, all having the corresponding image of God through their own incoherent reflection.

This virgin churns on the back of her own indisposed and throbbing body.

Nauseated she chokes on her own vomit emitted from her distended and desiccated throat.

Weak and obscured this woman's body begins to convulse and twitch in her now soiled sheets with an abdomen beginning to flourish as her ribs now unhinge and shift.

Beneath the rib cage lay a sweltering child.

This virgin churns on the back of her own indisposed and throbbing body.
Nauseated she chokes on her own vomit emitted from her distended and desiccated throat.
Weak and obscured this woman's body begins to convulse and twitch in her now soiled sheets with an abdomen beginning to flourish as her ribs now unhinge and shift.
Beneath the rib cage lay a sweltering child.
A child forcing and pushing outward for decampment of his mother's womb.

Bearing a bastard child.
Bearing what is now the son of the new world's lord.

We are the children of deceit
Brought to our knees and chained from another's lie
Demonized in the. flowing river of loathsome propaganda
We've been manipulating to construct a weapon the sake of entrapment
Falling victim to a charismatic and enraged tongue,
A cancer singing his delusive gospel
Whispering a melody that blurs the line of innocently observing a plot of mayhem encouraging one
Or encouraging one

aken by the benumbed hands of an overthrowing, fabricated god
Sadism is fashioned to derive pleasurable and gratifying entertainment among indoctrinated soldiers
Sexually abusive torture is diminished to mere wretched amusement

Ordered to fragment the sanity of the prisoners of an artificial war against a country of dystopia
The blameless are left in complete shackled isolation left to linger and ultimately wither and rot
Fraudulent peacemakers withdraw any sense of morality to plant the seeds of their own sadistic conceptions
This fabricated god reduces man to nothing more than a pile of waste

Blood

Blood

For your lust of me

I cannot stop the pain

I am staring at the Sun of the Nothing
For I want to eat the visions (проницательность) of God
Consuming the knowledge and power that radiates overhead
As I slumber in a bed of vegetation and thorns leaving behind unease and dread
I feed from pretentious notions and malignant demons through its rays
For hell is abandoned and this single horror walks amongst our ongoing cliches
My eyes, my perception

An incision leads to the future of the new world -
a mark buried deep under the skin and flesh will define and distinguish man.
Signatures implanted on the hands and forehead.
Re-occurence of modern times and scriptures.
Testament to holy doctrines written in vital blood.

In the extent, all will hold something very similar and accordingly.
All will bear his name with the distinct and original number of his signature.

Blood! Lies!

What stands before us, is not a machine?
It breathes, it will bleed and it will dream!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Its body is covered in hundreds of wires

Hell breaks open with the drop of a synthetic plague with flames marching
And consuming the roofs of thousands.
Frigid ammunition streams and buries into the howling blameless, butchering
Them to their feet.
Immersed with guilt the armed horse tread through their unspeakable
Execution parade.
Honor and acclaim? Simply masked by falsified journalism of a gutted
Soldier.

His landscape has been scorned with death. once a city now
Laid to ash.
A decaying father has left his bastard son with his addictions by his side. chased away, consumed from his fixations, this mans life went down in flames. chased away what he's created,
His hunger grows.
There is no end to this life of fixations, dear father, i'm waiting, save you a seat in hell, there is no end to this life, life of fixations, dear father, i'm waiting, i've saved you a seat in hell
He will remain a walking corpse his legs will move forward.
For his addictions itch at his throat only to crave more of the blood he seeks.
For this man only thirsts for blood, the blood of his child 4X

Epidemic once again uncovers its malignant crown
In one instantaneous instant
A man made formula hatches out of its shell to inch
Closer to suppress the living and breathing

The newborn are nurtured in a world
Of a dishonest master design
A layout constructed only for the purpose

The sound of trumpets throughout the world.
Advocates lean before the demon's son.
Worships and prayers compose under a restrained landscape.
Succeeding to only withered murmurs and whispers as the essence of man slowly converts to nonexistence.

A hum carved into the kindred nations from the sound of forewarning trumpets.
Gates and doorways of martyrdom unsealed.
The earth cracks open, revealing a vast chasm, an exposed cavity of earth.

They instantaneously demand torture
And crucifixion to the bringer of a profound truth revolt.
Placing the hostage in imprisonment for unmasking
The repulsive face of ongoing corruption.

Chained and subjected to vulgar, personality-erasing
Insanity-inducing conditions of nauseating isolation.
Unleashing the smear campaign triggered to dilute

The core of corruption collects it's nourishment through regurgitated war
And bloodshed

For I softly sleep in a society egocentric enough to cast war,

A blistering infection that continues to spread

Our young are steadily allured into slaughter

In a continuous rehashed rhythm, the masses gawk toward their simulated
idols.
Frothing at the lips with shuddering jaws as the public swells with
ignorance and vacant delight.
Fixated on the trivial speculation and day to day existence of plastic
gods.
Dense enlightenment circulates throughout every form of broadcasting.
Bringing forth a suspending shroud over the actuality of our decomposing

Over time in a world where religion has dispersed
Modern times have shown these connections to slowly deteriorate
With empires alleging their holy books to have absolutely no flaws
All accepting everything in its deceitful print
They pursue to interpret these pages
To gather aspiration and formulated belief
Their community now only falls from expanding socialism
A divided population disposed

Falsehood projects from a
Day-to-day instrumental broadcast
That flows through the net of mass media
The lungs swell as the puppets speak
To the public as their words grow
Limbs to crawl and to give birth to ignorance.

Reports endlessly drift and cloak reality

Her mouth stands open to convey swarms of plague.

Time corrodes as her jaws have locked themselves, into place.

At the grips of her own hands this woman carries her victims
to their passing.

To their passing,

The earth slowly rots into a malignant tumor,
Breeding no life for the future of the world
In wake of a nuclear war bodies rise from the fractured and decomposing fields of abandonment.
Their bodies and faces mutated and disfigured,
Still breathing through their brimful lungs
They limp and crawl across the ruins they once claimed on a leisurely ongoing march.
Their flesh still burns, the skin blackens
And embers into the dimming air.

Let the money glutton kings recommence their laws with a hushed signature
Of starving power.
Silently wielding their supremacy blindly over the heads of a shackled
Empire.
A thirst so immense that it violently chokes the majority rule to have
Absolutely no clout.
A nation stripped naked of all rights from the fingertips of ravenous
Dictating wolves.

Sun of Nihility, I shamefully disturb you
My relentless knocking is constantly ignored
I can narrowly overhear your serene breathing anymore
Have you grown weary of spinning measureless circles across the sky?

Are you drained of feeding and decalcifying my awakening third eye
A resting place to connect with the Earth's depths
I lay designating my dreams as masters under composed breath

Blood begins to spill from an open sea, dead bodies churn within the tide.

Attachment.

They drift against a now reddened sea.
These rising waters blush as their bodies decompose.
Dozens buried at sea, they swim in their graves.
They've proved themselves being too weak for this attachment,

A monetary plague is digging the world into an economic culmination tomb
Sculpted by the cods who have built their throne upon a foundation of
Falsity
An elastic currency uncoils and is extracted from the benumbed lingers of
Millions
Papered bills are lessened as they tarnish with gluttony, a mute nation
Walks blindfoldedô elegant symmetry
Let an empire cease to exist, entomb the masses as they persist to resist

I have found my face gnawing away at my own existence again
It's feeding and medication on the ballooning hunger for a formulated religion
For my Lord comes in a tiny capsulated form
Restore prayers with inebriation, my dependency
A substance helping me string
And I must carefully weave my life in a destructive, spiraling transcendency
These divine elements shine a light so radiant when synthesized
A celestial antidote to cure all

I stood in the sand from the mouth of the sea
And I watched a serpent rise from it's depths
Upon his horns rested ten crowns as the discord of trumpets grew unnerving.
It's perception giving an overruling mentality of authority and supremacy,
All dwellers of earth shall pray and worship this form of a single demon
Whose names are not written in ink or blood
In the book of the life of the Lamb.
Shall be slain from the foundation of this declining and now decaying world.

Blood begins to spill from an open sea, dead bodies churn within the tide.

Attachment.

They drift against a now reddened sea.
These rising waters blush as their bodies decompose.
Dozens buried at sea, they swim in their graves.
They've proved themselves being too weak for this attachment,

Finding comfort in knowledge of an enthralling higher power
My transformation catalyzed from our continual encounters
As I draw breath from clouds littering a synthetic sea
I overlook how trustful we are. So simple, so damned naive
I beg for one's own remission, simultaneously teething the flesh that breeds religion
Transmitted whispers crawl into each of us and birth dictating monsters
All creations encircling me are charades and impostors
So trustful we are. So simple, so damned naive

The bodies of millions
Pile atop the splintered streets
Of a now rotting metropolis.
Ignorantly drowning in the flames and fumes
Fabricated by their own doing.
As their limbs smolder and ignite
Their faces steadily ripen with immense pleasure.
Self-execution comes with victory,

Propel this solitary man in front of us
With his corrupted global agenda muttering into his ears

Corporate money stuffed into his pockets
To spread his darkened gospel
In the past the crowned once held the covenant
To shape and develop a better world

I stood in the sand from the mouth of the sea
And I watched a serpent rise from it's depths
Upon his horns rested ten crowns as the discord of trumpets grew unnerving.
It's perception giving an overruling mentality of authority and supremacy,
All dwellers of earth shall pray and worship this form of a single demon
Whose names are not written in ink or blood
In the book of the life of the Lamb.
Shall be slain from the foundation of this declining and now decaying world.