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Behind all the empty glitter the a painted whore.
A mother a concrete womb for the zombie horde.
Juices the flesh of the living are bled to sewers.
If we gave thoughts, they are harnessed to the hive.

of gods
Where's the lightning, where's the
of gods
Where's the and where's the fire?
Ooh! is the messenger of gods?
We a messenger of gods.

In here 1. equals absolutely nothing.
The machines you, your face and your life.
Death, escape, why boneyards have fences.
Go your e-mails. Junk comes to junkies.

of gods.