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March and execute

No wall can hold or adorn

Millennial lies

No excuse can make worthy a being

That lives in the shade of absurd

Absolute truths

Can dress the sun up as shepherd

Tear his symbols off

But deceiving ourselves

So far away from ascension

As prophets to ourselves

Maybe we'll quicken

This slow intercession

With the astral

Too many hungry mouths

Too fee murderers...

Supplies are coming to the end