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Withering gloom in the twilight

Sticks in the eyes like blood

The slow march of masses despondent

The rising tide, the flood

A flood on the meek

As ever the crawling persists

Like cancer it forms and grows

A sickness that reigns for all time

A sickness that destroys all foes

Formless past ages forgotten

History burned at the pyre

The rulers of man, their tyrants

Conscript mankind to the fire

An unending flame

Collectivist masses in shackles

Embrace their captors with glee

For it's easy to destroy your will

Much easier than being free

Immolate the flock