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dysmorphic demiurge - seven billion corpses كلمات الأغنية

the old world lived, half_choked, by rules of empty dogmas
the new world is strewn with 7 billion corpses
cconscious only enough to know the rotted darkness that rules their souls
these are they who ate the forbidden fruit and plucked all of its bounty so that, that which wasn’t eaten, spoiled ‘neath the sun of god

in another failed creation, legions of demons and necromancers waged war in the bowels of the earth
the great and terrible war was wrought not for fleeting vainglory, but for the very soul of mankind
with no clear victor to be established, they hatched a plan to procreate
to populate the world with their halfbreed sp_wn in the form of man

full of envious rage, they chose to dilute their own power in order to deceive mankind, not to merely possess his soul, but to become it soon, they realized that the soul of mankind had simply become the last remaining thread of an overused garment that should have been burned long ago
part man, part fiend, savages with two sets of eyes survey the remains of a race long lost
using their young as props, they fill their bellies with broken promises

lucifer’s shining promise gleams ever before them
the spoils of a thousand wars
for one fleeting moment, he opens their eyes long enough for them to see unmitigated reality
an army of omnichromatic tiles that uniformly and simultaneously deconstruct the illusions that used to imprison them
reality slipping slowly as if weightless into the ether
as broken mirrors pierce the realms of other worlds, so does the deconstruction of the illusion
these fore_ordained puzzle pieces point towards a singular conclusion
nothing ever mattered

only those acquainted with loss will ever know how to torture
no matter where they turn, they are lost
in a darkening place where they know they should not be, the faces of those who guide grow blurred
as the number of days lived grows, the sp_ce between the moment and the memory shrinks
gradually ripping away at things which exist until they no longer are, and we’re left to wonder what became of everything
countless generations, penance to appease their insatiable lord
seven billion unburied corpses

- dysmorphic demiurge

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