In this darkened crowded hall
We lie to perfect the propagation of unquestioned prohibition
We see methods behind the capture of our blood and the only purpose for our abilities
The mental decay into a void of disbeleif
The cryptic realities of utter despair
As rivers of scorn carve victimless paths to the sea
Antipathy leads mankind into subjugation
Crucified within the mind, hanging to be hated
A martyr's unquenchable thirst for purpose
Oblivions womb bearing the seed
of a repititious vortex
of lies and deceit
World furnace
Hell on earth
Fed by human flesh
The apocalyptic landscape of mans betrayal
Overgrown with
Bleached human bones covered with shards of cloth
Untouched
Destroyed for their own delusion
Gorged on their own precious blood
Ruins of their faith
Smouldering beneath the ashes
The losing battle of existence
Self destroying terror
Lost upon man's funeral pyre
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