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Amid the recurring batter of weapons |
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Epoch of Methodic Carnage |
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Muffled, but unmistakable sound |
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Epoch of Methodic Carnage |
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Human cries from the far edge of reason |
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Epoch of Methodic Carnage |
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Merging with the last echoes of another blast |
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Epoch of Methodic Carnage |
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Receding, leaving emptiness quickly filled again |
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With hammering of automatic weaponry |
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Sputtering beyond the last stronghold's walls |
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Toward a vanguard armed with ample hatred |
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Overwhelming and persuasive, just like a drug |
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The pummel of shells coming over in profusion |
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Whom shockwaves seem closer each time |
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The sky commences pouring death pounding the earth |
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Sounds of great storms compacted in successive instants |
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Reverberating ferocious tolling noises throbbing skulls |
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While ranks of buildings hastily eave in |
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Breaching invaders storming through |
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Gutted walls as jagged as broken bones |
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Vast deaf blind mobs of hate knowing no fear |
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Millions of darting projectiles finding harbor |
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Through flesh biting away at stricken bodies |
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Stoically accepting the pain of their failures |
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Raging crossifre sweeping figures off their feet |
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Guns methodically building up barriers of corpses |
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Brethren climbing over dead towards martyrdom |
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Disease gnawing its way through population |
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As strewn corpses lay broken on the ground |
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All bearing agonized postures of endured torment |
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Human flotsam crushed by grunting heavy armor |
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Trenching open another corpses bowels |
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In a thousand years the earths ground will still stink of death |
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While main guns pulse towards a counterfeit victory |
