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Echoes of Mass Murder, The Dark Bleeding

Its hatred is a hammer
But one tempered with love
Individuality dies under its blows
Gods cower, and men unleashed
Topple the panopticon edifice
Organism rises, snarling at invasion
And finally strikes
Death scream of a generation
Echoes through time and space

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