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When I was born
You held me in your arms
I entered life's door
Death is the crime of creation
Will you ever atone for the numerous atrocities
your mere existence has provoked?
Will you ever become self-aware
to the point of salvation
Rhetoric no longer serves us
Inactive leanings do nothing for the world
This world you lost
This existence you forsook
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Demoralized by power.
04:11
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The gun at my hip
becomes the gun at my head
But I relent
As one question still haunts my mind
Will you ever leave
Will you ever come to your senses
I have to live on
if only to be your end
We are standing at the cliff
arms interlocked
to die means murder
to kill means suicide
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This ghost, this husk
Of innocence
Has been ravaged
Far too long
You thought propogation
Was a permit
But what a sad waste of life
And two more lives
We’re condemned
To this burning trash heap
As long as there’s a fire
I’ll feed it your portrait
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Postlogue
03:02
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Korpstenche
Formed in solitude in 2008
On hiatus in 2012, returned from hiatus in 2017
USBM
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