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Bastard cries, feed the fire. The burning desire to rob human |
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life. In this world full of fear of the unknown. Twisting the |
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perception of the weak. Lying to progress. Only achieving |
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greed. Seated behind the sun. Myths bleed into one |
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Searching for a saviour to lead us through this life. Where our |
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sanity is undone. Killing against our will. Killing for the |
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bastard maker. The fairy tale. The non existent. Salvation so |
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bittersweet the taste brought fear to our tongues. Preying on |
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the weak. Fatherless creation encased in the depths of |
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humanity. They continue to rape and call it purity. I will not |
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bow down because of out past. I see now mankind was not |
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meant to last. |
