to you I now descend, oh you, deluded souls.and to purge your sorrow, you forlorn spirits,the curse I shall invokethe misanthropic curse, with its sordid, purple clawsto carve your forehead, instead of cattlebrandwith iron burnt in firein vain will pride be seethed in veins dried up and scorchedin death-swallowed eyeballs, on foreheads purple-huedby putrid blood that diedwhat can I ever chose from your exhausted entityno fires free from dying, no undeceiving rightoh, you dead men walkingsee, how urns now burst, the ashes resurrectalike the past, which murmurs with the battle-cryof the roman empiresee the far-off shadows, they dress in steely armourand raise their noble foreheads that gone greygreat traian and great cesarthe rotten thrones are crumbling swept by tempests watersthe rulers" iron scepters, the heavy chain of slavestogether are now crushedthe gates of the inferno outrageously wide-openedengulfing now by thousands the filthy, depraved breathsof tyrants grim who perishoh, holy visionary minds, who set the stars to sing...who create another world on this realms of mud and grimefools and wise, young and old, sound, soul and lightall is dust, the world's like this, and so we all are
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