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I suppress

Solitude with violence,

And doubt with the scent of soil.

It made the mold

And its strength like

Tantalizing dance of fire...

No questions remains

No one stands in my way;

I possess the power

To shape reality.

Once I awed you,

Your human weaknesses

-They were contagious.

Now, you owe me

The strength o of your steps,

And the pain, and all the rest.

No questions remains

No one stands in my way;

I possess the power

To shape reality.

I'm marching far

To make maggots crawl

Under iron swastica.

I ate my heart

To be a king, his assassin,

Necrophiliac

No questions remains

This is the last parade;

Hear my words cascading

In a roaring avalanche.

"Wretched man, destroyed

Will die of grief.

Both him and the walls

Will fall the seventh day."

(Nostradamus)