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Coagulate the blood of the gods Escaping the hammer & I am a nail No tears escape this solidier's hardened heart, phantoms of chemical warfare See the genocide filling these nostrils The smell of death conquers all There will be no escape from these crimson stained palms of war Puppet masters secretly pull at the stars The gears of ****** keep us in line A boot to the skull, cursing the soul of man, crushing it downward into the dirt Infanticide you pull the trigger of your own folly, lifting and bashing the heads of the 'weak' As you incessantly drop the bombs of decay Garbage thoughts clutter your brain Humanity put on hold as your wage your wars deemed 'holy' While we choose between food or theft Gasoline inflation has gutted your sheep Fledglings dashed upon the steep rocks Of anticipated hope yet we still worship The dying dementia thoughts of horror Preach good man, the decimation of the patriarchy Political patriots dine on the blood of the saints From a golden goblet in your ivory tower
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May 8
May 8, 2026 at 11:51 AM UTC
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Coagulate the blood of the gods Escaping the hammer & I am a nail No tears escape this solidier's hardened heart, phantoms of chemical warfare See the genocide filling these nostrils The smell of death conquers all There will be no escape from these crimson stained palms of war Puppet masters secretly pull at the stars The gears of ****** keep us in line A boot to the skull, cursing the soul of man, crushing it downward into the dirt Infanticide you pull the trigger of your own folly, lifting and bashing the heads of the 'weak' As you incessantly drop the bombs of decay Garbage thoughts clutter your brain Humanity put on hold as your wage your wars deemed 'holy' While we choose between food or theft Gasoline inflation has gutted your sheep Fledglings dashed upon the steep rocks Of anticipated hope yet we still worship The dying dementia thoughts of horror Preach good man, the decimation of the patriarchy Political patriots dine on the blood of the saints From a golden goblet in your ivory tower
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May 8
May 8, 2026 at 11:51 AM UTC
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