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Misanthropic Lucifian Order
Easy money, like easy prey. Our hearts have turned to catacombs where our inner children lay. Change yourself and your mind,change your thoughts of Decline. Watch the world wash away, cleanse your self of decay. Memories dissipate, burning world full of hate. Silent wisdom still razor sharp. Everybody plays their part. Stagnant water blinds my eyes. Goddess rotten between her thighs. But there's still so much to be learned. All these lovers will slowly burn. But there's still so much to seen. The society bathed in gangrene. Razor wire, your Morningview. Your liars tongue, you will slowly chew. purity begging before it's hung, on praying knees... bite off your tongue. And you will leave nothing but bleached bones when you go. Leaving no scar upon this world. And you will join the herds of mass graves. Another soul neglected to be saved. Same song and dance time and time again. Bleeding dry the beast long before it began. Cliché life, cliché death. Honesty in a bullet's breath. Watch the world wash away, cleanse yourself of decay. Another American failure to be lost amongst the tribe.
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