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

I unmasked my genesis, this given patricide
While clairvoyance killed the super-ego and this all died.
I beheld a million brainchildren on the illiberal pyre
And an implacable pandemonium of a prodigious hive
in abounding droning shapes
Gifted a bluebottle
Hymns scribbled in a spidery
Caught in the breeze
As a rabis tragedian, accosting this morale
While impeaching their cerulean my laceration of faith prevailed.
Debonairity instantly gifted, I now fail to bewail their fall, as I at their febrile fear and halter their moribound call.
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A in heathen lands
flawless by the sand
Embellished by its drudges and sanctimony survives
Through incessant mystical obese which the samblance of denies.
Self-abnegation and abjected to a gallantry-show,
Of needless flimsy - This the humans of Earth bestow.
Tracing lines with mounting
a web-cracked smile
Eldritch turns of time
Concoction of and bile
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 great necrology - By odius gibber entrapped.
Widower of a host
vestigial bride
Litaire of zeal
the "I"
In the maelstrom still imploring in coltish laboured need, the headsmen of heterogeneity are a gasping noxious breed. Dissimulating the plausible, nugatory accolade of disillusion, with eveningsongs of undiluted drabbled in pure confusion.
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A bulwark in lands
Blasted flawless by the
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 with an eerie truth - A rampant novelty.
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The bulwark of heathen lands
Blasted flawless by the