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NorthForcefully unwilling a torrent of natureCold black diminished night Solidified burning Scolding red landscapes Tainted cardinals of bleeding sands Unthinkable distance Measured by hatred Scum-sucking way of the mass Delinquent dust storms cutting life’s throat Disgustingly draining Infested Decaying North Twisted the tumours of man’s growth Through distance so blinded on how they choke No acts of cult Just bleeding hands Defiled epidemic of power trip Shameless antagonist Hide from the seething weight of dogma The apocalypse The void in society Long for the inner being burning Anaesthetic Craving the disgusting Strip back the mind Eyes burnt black from seeing the light Lands engorged With wasted souls Look near the end is coming Look for the zombie mass The stench of towering building The pile of human trash Scrambling for common purpose Scrambling for lack of thought The pulsing wound of desired Gullible human trash Horizon of blood From memories hands Gratefully brutal Disgustingly painful baron sands There is no life But life seems to be Accustomed to darkness Regathering souls found a peaceful place up north. Up North |