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2006

Hovering Plague

In a lacerated womb, lies a cadaver of a child,
Which was supposed to be born, before the dawn to eye the light.
Prime time is drawing nigh in a victorious glee
I gain my robust thought of dying humanity.

Weep! And so the life is doomed!
Mourn! The ruins of the bloomed.
Blood! Is splattered over me!

Why should hope be saved, when there's nothing to reap,
People flee in dread, as I strengthen my grip.
Outre prostration, when you sense its stench.
All in perdition, raucous sentence is latched.

Run! And burn the houses down!
Sack! You need to resettle now!
Move! Out of the city of disease!

Behold! Your provenance’s in ruins.
Beguiled, your death aspirates at your back as your kind sails away and away.
Inside the dilapidated arena
Stored the immense treasure of the ancient and ecclesiastical past.

Forging hard, way to me,
Burning corpses forever shall be
Charred flesh, wrapped in ash,
Nowhere to escape this pervading rash
Everyone's in distress,
Sickness bedraggling the battlefield
Days of yore passing fast,
Yearning for a quick and deft return.

Bow down before my wrath, it's so maculate and stern,
Reap what you have done, stacking since the day one,
Laughter of insane, dubbing through the night
No one's in the streets, pitch black ray of light.

Guide! Until I clench my grasp.
End! Is nearing too fast.
Hide! You won't see it come.

Behold! Your provenance’s in ruins.
Beguiled, your death aspirates at your back as your kind sails away and away.
Inside the dilapidated arena
Stored the immense treasure of the ancient and ecclesiastical past.


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