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Disentangeled by abominations |
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Strenghtened in every aspect through confrontations |
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Hiding oneself from the sarcastic faces of this universe |
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A fallen disciple burdened with confusion |
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Conquered by an uncontrollable creed to scatter |
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His delusion |
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Plundered down to the spectral gorges of the earth |
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Undisguised for the ignorant to see |
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The splendour in such a profane conspiracy |
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Imprisoned and lost in the untrodden maze ...of predators and preys |
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Cutting like a dagger hardened in |
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His fire Afflictions and violations are freed in this void |
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Possess an almighty eye to witness their choir |
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And hunt down fools that have always decoyed |
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Wingless and scattered, the slaves of submission |
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In them, ideal serpent of death, waiting |
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Lead by instincts like vermin on a carcass oppressed by the context; blessing of oblivion ... |
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Absence is present when the presence is absent |
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Anxiously awaiting |
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His millennia |
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Slowly sowing the seeds of hysteria |
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Captured in the strangling embrace ...of predators and preys ... |
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Presence is absent when the absence is present |
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Charged with misantrophy... |
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This is how we hunt! |
