of those you've enslaved and massacred....bronze your horns

and hooves with blood and sacrifice...



collapse at the altar of your barren life...frail and

yellow...your spine twists downward from shame and the weight of

your arrogance...carry the whisper that we are nothing more than

stolen bones...and the blistered tongues of the dead carry the

whisper...awake to a bleached destiny of sorrow...do you hear

the voices escaping from the tongues that your hand cut

out....



the bell that summons you to surrender prayer is the bell that

summons you to kill...in the end your own savagery has left you

with nothing...and you're the one left out to die.

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