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At this convergence

Of purposelessness

Terror and tragedy

In which we find ourselves

A preordained fate

Meticulously fabricated

Out of steel, bone, and sinew

By the tendrils of the singularity

Of fiendly rigour

And carnivorous divine

We find propinquity in our fatigue

At our fortune’s vicissitudes

Incited, goaded

By adherents of apocrypha

Our counterposition is nigh

Take up the sword; leave the quill

Be the change

You long for

To wander down the path

Just as you and I have

Necessitates tenacity

These pawns could never grasp

Outlast this preordained fate

Meticulously fabricated

Out of steel, bone, and sinew

They persistently misappraise us

And therein lies our advantage

You kill

Or you die

Get inside, grip the knife

Our kind has no time

In nomine domini, withstand

Take this precious life in your hands

Face into the wind and take the plunge

What the fuck is up, baby?

Move

Wrest it from their hands

Position target

Destroy