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Smother, bruise, crush, distort,
Sail away from thine lonely port.
Laugh, retort, smile, belittle,
Feel warm blood in its slight trickle.

To feel a Deity's burning eyes,
So afraid yet so alive,
Insecure and trapped towers,
Border city walls of stone,
Secluded inland, spread plagues and fear,
Burgeoning on Civil War.
Collapse around false hopes and dreams,
Safety it seems, in such fantasies.

Hold close thine thoughts of peace,
For there is where sanctity blossoms.
Break shackles of steel containment,
Find the words the army sent,
In there, sealed with wax, be our death warrants,
And so with it comes the death of hope.

Soldier on,
Warrior to many, failure of one.
Raise thine weapon up high,
In your victory cry,
For you doth succeed,
In spreading the seeds,
Of fear and fungal infectivity;
To climb so high, yet fall and die,
But never once leaving thine ungodly sky,
Where they sit on thrones of bone.

Watching the start of their cataclysm.
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