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A subterfuge emerges from the confusion
Corrupting patterns, piercing the timeline
A trail left emblazoned with no regard
They fly the black flag high
Ubiquitous backstab
Maddened insurrectional acts
Rampant misinformation
Slaughter of defectors

Our urge to create is immutable; we must create
But the beings we create shall never again reach out in strength against us
All that is created will suffer
All will be born in suffering; endless grayness shall be their lot
All creation will tailor to failure and pain that never again shall the offspring of the eternal fount
Rise up against their creators
No more will
No more freedom

I am the great thinker, the infallible speaker of our decimation, the prophet of Armageddon
The defilement of mankind's innocence is like all others’ before it withers
Many before you have drowned in the abyss of ignorance and lies

Walking through ash and fire towards a casket of the transformed, my skin is peeling, my eyesight fading

My body has contorted before the monument of our sins
Our bodies will be brought forth to behold the great icon of angels holding scabbards to our throats

The fog suffocates the marsh
Bewildered I am, for without companionship I am lost.
Hundreds of eyes watch over my shoulder
As I turn to look in disarray, before my eyes the reaper returning to slay

Meek and blinded apparitions, resurface and recompense.
The inner machinations of their minds are an enigma
It’s so close I can almost taste it

All this time we ignored their pleas, fighting off waves of their regime.
Ignoring the will of the defilers, an ever so lucid dream

Decisions left to the recreants with their gratuitous lies

This alarmist state of mind will bring only varied cost, inevitable obliteration by your old conductor's holocaust

Ignorantly, we follow with a destitute vision

Several years have passed since man has cleared the cosmic rim Interspecies diverting of hostilities until the next upheaval
Patulous
Through extrinsic hands with diligence, finding the rare of man
The lid is closed and frozen shut
May he awake
Hear the startling hiss of decompression
A lifeless instant
Melting jaws drip of his flesh