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The great decadence

Is an array of layered leeches

Those leeches, with tailored lies

Posing, as coyly lords

Swiftly moving amongst the mass

Avoiding all obstacles

By wielding their abysmal woe

Granting faith, when there was none

The crest of chaos

Sinking all hearts in the scale

The frenzied race

Of laughable jesters reign

“Every drop of blood you spill, puts more flesh on my bones”

Feeding on desperation’s grandeur

Sowing the seeds of oppression’s fortune

Enthralled, enslaved intermediaries

Conveyors of arbitrary crux

Compelling even lower ones

To unleash their terrestrial hell

The crest of chaos

Sinking all hearts in the scale

The frenzied race

Of laughable jesters reign

Murdering the repressed and feeble

Nailing spikes to their hallowed grounds

“Every drop of blood you spill, puts more flesh on my bones”