| The noxious cloud conceals the writhing and the withered
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| The walls bear the marks of desperation
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| Footlong gashes crafted in panic
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| Suffocation agenda, gaseous deprivation of life
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| An assault on all senses, horrifying execution
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| Shuddering at the sight of the slain
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| The unmercifully spared await their turn for torture
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| Freshly-shorn and certain of their fate
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| Hysterics initiate from the gathering of the doomed
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| Forced into furious fumes, the tormentors are elated
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| Quietus quintessence, no breath breaks the stillness
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| Eyes roll back into sagging sullen sockets
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| Dripping tongues grace the acidic floor
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| On the easel of stone
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| Animalistic adversaries paint their work
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| Bones and hair for brush, yellowing skin for canvas
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| A palette of pus and rigor-mortic red yields the vicious vision
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| Now sweep them away to forge new art of antichristian aim
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| The new terrified crop will produce desirable fear
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| Bountiful numbers for death’s harvest
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| Esophageal execrations burst from gasping maws
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| Their final exhalations a curse upon their assailants
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| The Rhythm of the deceased
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| Hysterics initiate from the gathering of the doomed
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| Forced into furious fumes, the tormentors are elated
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| Quietus quintessence, no breath breaks the stillness
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| Eyes roll back into sagging sullen sockets
|
| Dripping tongues grace the acidic floor
|
| On the easel of stone
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| Animalistic adversaries paint their work
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| Bones and hair for brush, yellowing skin for canvas
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| A palette of pus and rigor-mortic red yields the vicious vision
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| Now sweep them away to forge new art of antichristian aim |