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Death is near but not close enough.
Worthless shallow pawns lost in their lust.
Saliva dripping semen down the ankles of tyranny.
Hatred brimming in a cesspit of monotony.
Drinking the blood of the innocent, a cancer grows.
The will to live fades as the river halts its flow.
To all that seek frivolous monetary gain.
A desire most shallow and vain.
When all order collapses
Your heads will be served on a golden plate.
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