Please mourn for the effeminate And indeed the celibate Of opinion for disdain But weep do not for the desolate I will not hold out my hands to you Bleed some tears to dress these wounds I hear your cries behind those lies Can you smell the disorder Admist the ranks of the humanoid The depravity of simplicity No longer appeals to those from within this world The admirable protector Of what is seen and what is held Demands naive participation A contribution of yourself Infiltrate Assimilate Their harmonic state Those who rise above your graven deceit Material gain Pleasure sustained The mask of a god But youre empty inside, paper sceptered fool Numerical warfare ablaze Consuming all unable to calculate The equations of prime importance A freak thought on the path to oblivion Abdication of logic Forfeit all values for the crown of profit Man the throne of induced contentment Temporary, by no means an achievement All our trust in you will be bound down Should your lies be allowed to prevail One by one we converge with the old Should control of your fall willfully fail Purge out responsibility Amidst a binge of the decadent So enthralled, you sift the discharge Eyes pried for reusable value Upon observing the hardened star of finality The truthful cause of infliction may be revealed Acknowledge the crudity of greed and the misuse of power And in exuberant denial, brand them as faults!
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