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Jan 2015
We are the forsaken
God's forgotten you
Yet you stand, still unshaken
Revelations seen untrue
We are the world's demise
Ride the waves of pestilence
First born sons - the devil's prize
The Sun explodes and annihilates existence
We walk in the darkness of the end
Her blood is written on the walls
Struck by plague, she can't defend
Take your breath as you're pushed from the falls
We have no sympathy; no remorse
The apocalypse will take its course
Metal has this effect on me.
Marci Mareburger
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Marci Mareburger
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