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End Of The Masses
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Very Old. Lingering the smell of rancid fluid
Death sweeping the land
It's coming for the masses
You may try to hide...saving yourself
It will get ignorace first
As it comes upon you
With one sweep of its sickled shape death wand
Ending all your troubles at once
Finding those of cowerdness and disloyalty first
Feasting on the weak
Leaving no one to survive
Clasp you hands and fucking pray for the last time
No one can save you
Your pathetic God shall fall with you
Only...has he already fallen?
Leaving you so vunerable for the killer to take
Should have follwed the forsaken path
Now look where you are
On your way into eternal sleep
Say Goodnight for the last time
Say your last prayer
Today it will get you no where
