Apocalypse

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Floating upon a battered raft 

Open the river of death we devised 

Man; the gruesome abomination 

Intoxicated with the wisdom to tyrannize 

Exploiting, the Spirit of the Whole 

Innocence killed with pungent lies 

As edifices sink in rotting holes 

Purpose served, the meaning dies 

For this is the gift 

Our grand creation 

Carnal rage and drunken sedation 

We’re basking under the red of an apocalypse now

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⏰ Last updated: Jan 03, 2014 ⏰

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