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Decades have passed since the genesis |
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Genesis of the great Virvum harvest |
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Covert underground command centers have enabled use of satellites |
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Transmissions from space disabled |
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Technology with the use of pulse attacks |
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Cozen pods now litter the Earths sky |
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With remains of plans not known to us |
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Ornaments hung by an ancient alien breed for victory |
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Amidst the ruins of the Virvum |
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Obsessed concentration camps |
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The souls of the fallen speak from harvest burial grounds |
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Forever weeping |
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Articulating tales of sorrow and loneliness |
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Spirits condemned eternally |
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To exist between the underworld and this world |
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Herded and slaughtered for their cosmic force |
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Engulfing all the life force from the chosen host |
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The skeletal remains of former slaves |
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Are chained for eternity to the vacant alien thrones |
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The temple beacons remain emitting |
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Horrific horrid hypnotic frequencies |
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Calling to the unknown |
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The structures pulsate |
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In an infinite frequecntal loop |
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Resonating throughout the valleys of space |
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For an answered call |
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Immune to the frequencies of the beacons |
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An evolved mankind now immune |
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To the hypnotic trance set by the alien beings |
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Continue to build the new civilization, human tribes evade |
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Militias by trekking off the beaten path |
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Embracing all sanctuaries to harbor the remaining bodies |
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Rations are growing slim, cannibalism is mandatory |
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Chaos and anarchy erupt into rebellious gangs |
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Rogue tribes scavenge the wasteland |
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For survival |
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Harvest temple territories are persistently attacked |
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Battles persist on Earth |
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With no knowledge of the pending doom |
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Of the pending doom that still awaits from above |