Running With The Hunted
Creation Is Crucifixion
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Bred to machines visited by evil i made my supplication a flood destroys all flesh suppressed and conditioned a factory of tears a brave new world transgression of fears with
Every smile a tear a culture of the damned a tourniquet on the land upraised from the ground be clothed with salvation ravaged by sickness earth cleansed by the flood the harvest has come blood on hands as impure clench stones
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