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Science was to be trusted, a pathway of rich values,
the golden kingdom in which all ought to exist.
Yet, night came with visions of a bitter provenance
disguised by the sudden scream of bereavement.

The merry thoughts were shivered on a pathetic sphere,
perplexed by the artworks of blistering atrocities.
Delusion couldn’t avert the caustic touch of Armageddon,
a vicious radiance, a bloody scorned trophy.

By ruin, a malformed strain bred from ashes,
innocents transfigured, shamelessly deprived of elegance.
Contorted into a downfall by the swing of madmen,
a cold harvest of errors, the disarray of walking puzzles.

Lies unfolded between requiems,
a new epoch for parasites…

Their blistering face shedding tears, a weakened evidence
of pale sad humans now trying to survive.
A pity that, not matter how fair the soul,
Hell has arisen to conduct all into judgment’s final pay.

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from The Esoteric Movement V​:​6​.​660 - A Dire Worthless Campaign, released February 7, 2011

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