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Humanity on its knees, entangled in devastating apathy |
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Crushed underneath the heel of holy plague |
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Crippled, weak and diseased |
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The sky turned dark and the moon gleamed pale |
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The air was thick with the stench of death |
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Mankind festered in the scorching heat |
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And days were black as night |
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We are distorted, we are defiled, when we are dead, we are stocked and piled |
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We decompose, we putrefy, we all slowly wither and die |
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We walked with stumbling feet, chained together by our own common lack of sense |
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Lol by words spewed from static mouths, mouths of lies, pestilence and deceit |
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We are grotesque creeps, hurdled grotesque sheep |
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We are deceased, no longer bound |
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We lie to rot, stinking in the ground |
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An epidemic wave swept over a weak and dying race |
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Apocalypse rendered our bodies withered and decayed |
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Our souls were starved and famished |
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Dead clouds smothered the Earth's face |
