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Plague of Justinian
I'll leave this earth void of worth,
A scorched oblivion,
I'll mark the dirt with your hurt,
It's all Darwinian.
No God will bend my knee,
nor will I ever be
Your polygynian,
You will atone to me,
The widespread of disease,
Plague of Justinian.
Blackened hands,
Swollen glands,
Necrosis on the rise.
Blood in lungs,
Cough it up,
Discharging your demise.
Pray to god, Pay with blood,
Every head-splitting "thud."
If you fail, don't you wail,
Close your eyes til it's done.
Pestilence, my prudence,
It adds up to your fears,
But your life is speeding by,
And Lucifer has come near.
Blackened hands,
Swollen glands,
Necrosis on the rise.
Blood in lungs,
Cough it up,
Discharging your demise.
Crawl until you fall,
Into your own dead eyes,
Halt when you can call
Yourself desensitized.
Painful as your training,
Die Olympian,
Disease circulating,
By Justinian.
A scorched oblivion,
I'll mark the dirt with your hurt,
It's all Darwinian.
No God will bend my knee,
nor will I ever be
Your polygynian,
You will atone to me,
The widespread of disease,
Plague of Justinian.
Blackened hands,
Swollen glands,
Necrosis on the rise.
Blood in lungs,
Cough it up,
Discharging your demise.
Pray to god, Pay with blood,
Every head-splitting "thud."
If you fail, don't you wail,
Close your eyes til it's done.
Pestilence, my prudence,
It adds up to your fears,
But your life is speeding by,
And Lucifer has come near.
Blackened hands,
Swollen glands,
Necrosis on the rise.
Blood in lungs,
Cough it up,
Discharging your demise.
Crawl until you fall,
Into your own dead eyes,
Halt when you can call
Yourself desensitized.
Painful as your training,
Die Olympian,
Disease circulating,
By Justinian.
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