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Henchman
Rolling away into a vast memory of mindless predictions…
You’re a spawn, nothing more…
Says the master of continuous hypocrisy…
Eerie eyed to the three horned absorbency…
Keep turning my wheel…
Keep turning…
Until all the sweat is gone…
The aborted holocaust…
It’s not here by nature, or by will…
Keep walking round…
Keep walking steady…
My palms bleed with the urge to stand still…
I see the man with the whip…
You can see the greed within him…
Lashing as they throw the bodies away…
Until the last leg trembles…
We keep watching the ‘oh so obvious symbols…
Oh how Grendel would be proud…
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