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“gods creation” degenerated, revealing what was always ignoble, an existence poorly fated, hated.

Turn your back on all that’s noble.

Spinning a web of hateful connections that surpasses the border of thought, break through beyond misanthropic projections, consumed by the bringer of drought.

Vacant coffins buried deep below, where light can’t reach.

The darkness shines and the light consumes, as I project my hate on you.