There were none at his left hand, no man amongst his army, the earth has ripped herself open, and birthed from her wounds thick
It tears, I see blood in the air, I taste blood in the air, dissected from heaven, cut and stripped of her skin, we let it begin
An all-consuming cancer, reaching to repent, we shall taste hate in its purest form, reching out for nothing, suffocating on our
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