The Miscreation

War. They waged destruction.
Oblivion. They assumed domination.
Horrifying, torn apart from the true reality,
Undying, waking up from false mentality.

Forward, we only see with blinded eyes.
Towards, the void of unkempt lies.
Addicted, we drink in the well of filth.
Corroded, consumed by the burning tilth.

We are, the illusion.
We are, the obsession.
Not dead, inexistent.
Dyed red, un-omnipotent.

Sickness. They spread infection.
Darkness. They shut contrition.
Unforgiving, aptly stripped of divinity,
Unpitying, denied by sheer scrutiny.

Forward, we only shout with wounded cries.
Towards, the world of despise.
Scalded, we drink in the well of filth.
Wretched, consumed by the burning tilth.

We are, the illusion.
We are, the obsession.
Not dead, inexistent.
Dyed red, un-omnipotent.

Deplorable, unrecognized, implausible, dehumanized.
Abominable, uncivilized, impalpable, demoralized.

We are, the illusion.
We are, the obsession.
Not dead, inexistent.
Dyed red, un-omnipotent.

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