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Incineration of Creation
Disfirgured flesh burns blood covered corpses black. Undisguised enemy penetrates a mass killing attack. Terrorized millinum pushing forth the diverted Holy War. Hatred consumes all peace, opening up hell's locked door. Creating choas, violent anarchy throughout the lands of earth. Devoured harbors run rampant, with war at hands birth. Nation of devastation, Invasion on annihilation. Incarnation of abomination, Incineration of creation. Nowhere to hide, not even an escape into the mind. Overwhelming pain force, unending death we find. Extinction of humans, self indulging in ways of murder. Intented destruction delivered, as we take mother nature and invert her. Cities collasped, buring humanity forever down below. Counntry fields raging fire, flames eridicate and grow. Apocalytic doom, mass structures fall to dust. Blood stained concrete, mountains full of rust. Grey skies raining on, as they paint piles of ruin red. Almost a complete massarce, billions are now dead. Dedicated to kill each other, until no here remains. Will goodness rule, or once again have evil in it's veins.
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