As your system contracts
I’m waiting at the end with open
Screeching mephitic sacrilege, manifesting
Raping your incoherent mind from afar
i have no patience for a cowardly prejudice
what's done is
tell me all the things you want
i shall prove myself
The time has come at last
For years we have followed
There are no bonds between a mastermind of armageddon
This world is ours and we won't stand still
Infinitude sets
My monument is progressing
Bereft is thy deed of completion
By all
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