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The mind is a wasteland

The heart, it's cruel steward

Dust, the reflection of God

Corrupted image, tyranny

Limited perception

Limited perception

Yet it is consuming

Tyranny of the flesh

The mind is a host of maggots

Feeding off of blackened rot

Recede to darkness' walls

Beseech creation to fall away

Woe to prideful self-worship

Feeding perception into comfort

The crown of pride is a parasite

Insidious, the nature of self-indulgence

Forgive me, Lord

My lack or remorse

Hang me from

A thousand suns

You, whom bless

The iniquitous

Rend the rancid

Crown of pride

Tear it from my

Relentless head

Forgive me my

Life of apathy

Pride creates

A false god

Superbia Falsum

Deum Creat