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Harnessing Ruin
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Creepypastas Invoking the hive-mind of chaos
The very embodiment of ruination
Invoking the feeling of chaos
Our Savior sleeps
No shape, no form
No eyes, but I could feel his stare
Writhing in majesty and decay
Mere anarchy is released upon the world
And so the seventh maw trumpets
To crush all opposition without order
Bestow the hymns of the apocolaypse
Fools, behold the power of destruction
Our false god topples from his tower
A world now covered in flames
Exit Belial and Satan’s men
An aroma of sulfer and smoke
The shadows of the obscure
Forever we are the ones dreaming in red
O’ sweet prince, blacken our naïve eyes
Rise, and make us your slaves!
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