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Embers from cremation
01:05
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Unraptured
02:26
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The comets fell
The cities burned
The virus raptured the chosen to the sky
The wealthy sent to the moon
Spoiled we had become
Everything made for us
Survival skills non existent
No suffering, only fun
Our future was non existent
Even before the great cataclysm
Welcome to this dead earth
Where convenience killed us all
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Psyoptical illusions
01:05
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Questionable events
Presented with believable lies
And delusional lies
Tabloid schemers
And blind day dreamers
Anxiety inducing mind terror
There's no place in the head
For squalling vipers
And their psyoptical illusions
Which are just the monsters under the bed
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Scheming to end the world as we know it
No past,present, or future
Burning it down and starting from ash
Mankind devolved to primitive ways
But this is more of a scientific experiment
Where we figure out man's true instincts
And then mold them into perfect slaves
The ones who retain their intelligence will be lobotomized
And the inferior will be given treats like a dog
DNA altering drugs will give them 500 year lives
At the cost of not having minds
Perfect long lasting slaves
Who will never question and only obey
Housed in the open air under cramped conditions
Living off of bugs and reptiles
Unaware of their cruel treatment
Unable to speak or feel
Bred to just work and kill
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Escape and make refuge
In a top secret underground bunker
Our propaganda will make everyone turn on eachother
From every possible angle
And tools of death will be made readily available
The plebs will do our bidding without even knowing
We have lush parties as we view them from satellite cameras
We shut down the power grid
And they rip eachothers flesh for basic needs
Create a fake food shortage and cannibalism runs rampant
They were losing faith in us
So this is what they get
When it's all over, the survivors will beg for us to help
They will bow down to us Gods once again
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Remote viewing suicide
05:21
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Raised in front of a screen
Ghosts projecting into my eyes
Giving me new opinions and ideas
They've converted me to their ways
Addicted to their propaganda sermons
I was once not a believer of them
But now I will align
Drop my defenses and possessed by their word
I will do as I am told
Their voices are inside my head
Telling me to go on a rampage
I know it's wrong
But they just won't leave me alone
I act out in the night
In a trance while sleeping
Remote viewing and remote haunting as a poltergeist
I find their enemies and take their lives
War is no longer needed now
I'm their ultimate weapon
But now I am their enemy
And they must cover me up
And they're pushing me to suicide
Now I'm haunting myself
And I must die
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The inborn king
02:27
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Hate is all I know
Just contempt for the world
Born to be a king
But live as a servant instead
Inborn destiny repressed
I must kill my oppressors
Search genealogical records to find all of their family
For they have an inborn trait that's meant for oppressing me
Digging up their graves and cremating their remains
Cremating the descendants alive
Only until they're all gone will I take my proper place in the world
From my throne I will conquer all
They will take to their knees and beg for forgiveness for never accepting me
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The modern world
On the verge of collapse
Nothing can save it
Just wait for the fall
Enshrine the worst aspects of life
And let the populace waste away
Ignore the suffering
Only the strong of will will survive
No rope thrown down
No sympathy shown
Defeat of humanity
A war waged through deception
Get them to worship idiocy,die off, and let us be
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