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Waken to the noise

Taken by delights

Stricken to the core

and yet so slight

The ancient music will awaken

Even these words

So True to my heart

A city of sins

And A place to start

You’ll become all of my children

A metropolis of filth and vile luxuries

A city of consumption and many atrocities

The lights so bright breeding greed and gluttony

In the square beneath you pigs I burn my effigies

Great peaks of metal

Reaching up from the rats

Addicted to excess and fame

A city built for sinners

A capital of chaos

Built by blood

Built by flesh

Now mine

Tlazolteotl (tlazol tae otl)

Behold this city full of ripened flesh

A silver tongue to guide the masses

My body used for hedonistic pleasure

I am an altar, to look past discomfort

I have taken ahold

Feeding upon their weaknesses of

Silver and gold

The only thing they see

I make them dance for pennies that I throw

Succumbing to indulgences of opulence and ease

Embrace your filth

Nothing is enough

Ready to gorge yourselves on waste and smut

You know not

Of suffering

I will cleanse you

Death by purification