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Wading through the hyperbole

Lost in a plague of syntax delusions

Beggars line the fickle streets

Disguised as prophets

To deliver the final call

In culminating chaos

Bring death upon us all

Unfurling this never-ending curse

Becoming the archetype of failure

Becoming a movement of worms

Baited and dragged to a slow death

Confined and condemned within these walls

This culminating chaos

The foreshadowing of loss

Breaking the Elysium

Shattering the fabric of the mind

Inseminated by the culminating chaos

Still clutching at this barren womb

The great sickness of remembrance

Bleeding dry from ancient wounds

There is no forgiveness

Nor reward for the saved

Draining the life from mother earth

Culminating chaos and rhetorical solutions

Teething at the breast of an incurable infant

Death's alive in this culminating chaos