The scars of the pain inflicted have healedBut we have
Sifting through the refuseThe shell of what was once a
The shadow of pestilence invades my every thoughtI against I
Bow down and submit to your masterThe modern world, drenched
Angels raped by demons as prophets lay in pools ofBlood-
Every live creature is blessedBy the divinity of creationWe don't
Civilization, this civilizationLament of the human raceForesight forsaken in the
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