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[Text: T.Scorn / Gideon, I.Hate]

I unmasked my genesis, this given inbound
While clairvoyance the super-ego and this all meaning died.
I beheld a million murdered on the illiberal pyre
And an implacable pandemonium of a prodigious wobbling
in abounding droning shapes
Gifted a bluebottle
Hymns scribbled in a hand
shifting in the breeze
As a tragedian, accosting this imbecile morale
While impeaching their cerulean innocence my of faith prevailed.
Debonairity instantly gifted, I now fail to bewail their fall, as I sneer at febrile fear and halter their moribound call.
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A bulwark in heathen
flawless by the sand
Embellished by its drudges and moldering survives
Through incessant mystical obese the samblance of truth denies.
resounding and abjected to a gallantry-show,
Of needless threats - This the humans of Earth bestow.
Tracing with mounting glee
a web-cracked smile
Eldritch turns of time
of mead and bile
Boundless preternatural wrangling and baspattering profound, in quile and iconolatry and gormless mass is bound. Fragmentation of the perceptive and in the nebulous enwrapped, signing the necrology - By odius gibber entrapped.
Widower of a host
Communal bride
of immaculate zeal
the "I"
In the maelstrom still imploring in coltish need, the headsmen of heterogeneity are a gasping noxious breed. Dissimulating the plausible, nugatory accolade of disillusion, with eveningsongs of undiluted clemency drabbled in pure confusion.
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A in heathen lands
Blasted by the sand
Above this quaint opulence, this risible neurathenia of man, I cachinate as a blackguard, travelling these dying lands. In the ablart of lamentation lupine I walk in knavery, mordacious an eerie truth - A rampant obfuscating novelty.
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The bulwark of these heathen
Blasted by the sand