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Progeny OmegaOh! The firmament has called out to usA missive from the stars A will beyond our comprehension assuming direct control No longer cloaked in secresy, new genesis unfolds Unraveling upheaval claiming our next of kin Pandemic transfiguration activates that which lay hidden within The shadow of the Overmind extends across the earth We are the last, the untainted brethren rejecting the Apostle's touch Defying in vain escalating contagion Our flesh and blood so thoroughly disowned We can't avert our eyes from the beckoning abyss the unknowable that has severed our hope Thrown to the winds, adrift in causality We wait to be swallowed by the undertow of entropy We bargain for reprieve from the judgment rendered by the highest of arbiters, minding the cosmic clockwork somewhere far beyond our reach somewhere far beyond our knowledge The cycle has ended, our time on this planet has passed No more! This morass of sorrow belies what we are This grief, we shall sublimate into rage we gaze with hostile eyes upon the unhallowed intercessor its acolytes we must strike down for what they have done to our race In a torrent of violence the profane we eradicate Their wretched eucharist they shall no further proliferate Heathen enclaves in our midst, rise to stay the righteous hand Still the cleansing fire burns across the land Reason perishes in the acrid smoke of battle None remain to toll the bells for those who died as cattle Indiscriminate slaughter Combusts to internecine war This conflagration can be Restrained no more As the slaughter subsides and the smoke clears we survey the aftermath only to find no salvation among the carnage and ruin With daybreak a fresh hell arrives as our youngest fall into ghastly torpor In perdition's grasp we shall writhe 'til the end. Oh! The firmament collapses on us Seek shelter from these baleful stars A will beyond our comprehension extracted a horrible toll no quarter for humanity, our quietus we behold The erstwhile masters of earth languishing in obsolescence Bereft of all hope, forlorn and listless we accept this miserable fate procession of wandering dead men in search of a comfortable grave The cycle has ended, our time on this planet has passed away |