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Creator as observer |
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Congruent systems collapsing |
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Mutating waveforms to become sight, sound, touch |
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A sick perception is now my only link to reality |
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Scorched eternally blistering |
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Yet I prevail |
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My merciless plan of creation etails seeing the unseen forge an abomination |
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with a cold hearted sense of compassion, devastation |
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Thy vicious modus operandi |
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Observer as creator |
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Beguiling unstable electric forms |
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These fools of judgment, they thirst for unpute |
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Draining a carcass, devour the contaminate and filth that roams amongst us, |
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sterilizing our human forms |
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Shredding tissue, fracturing bone |
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Burning synapse, rewriting conscious |
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A burial reforming of features |
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A hideous cleansing of God |
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Self purification achieved when whats left behind is devoid of deformations |
