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The soul burned in heaven clouds
Before the greyed events of ones reality per se
Through marches of hate
Onward, payed to bullion
From spoken stabs taken by controls
To unified fanned by reality, distant souls

The second wave will break from there
Say to the humanity
By the numb axis numbing forever to sell their horror
The grounds are ready to plunge, then we start to empty
Forgotten by illumination, darkness is all there is

Weapon come, defy your fears
Again try to stand your ground
Gone unwritten a living son
Step into my oblivion
Come and watch, you're stabbing down
You're pleased now, there's nothingness
Unreached a living son, step into oblivion

Cunning, come into the vortex then comprehend
Extending their twisted eyes
My own replant taunting us
Fears, my instinct continues to scan
Now to the choir disgust, as seen by all these American dates
And missing something disgraced forever, bound to bleed

Blood is confused and ridiculed and chained and scrapped
From birth, downed, repelled by their own mind and ways
To stay on the berth of human ground
Humiliation flaunts the seed of apprehension
Played, weighing events
Black states to call a shade of my every day

Welcome, come, face your fears
You're damned, you tried, it's burning ground
Bask in the light of a mocking sun
Step into my oblivion
Come and watch the stabbing ground
You're pleased now there's nothingness
Unreached, a living son, step into oblivion

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