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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 apocalypse
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 sulfur 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!

T̻͙͎̫͋͗ͅḧ̻̞̙̣́̎̏e̅̎ ̮̬̗̩̒ͧͬ͒ͦd̤̦̩͖̹̟̄ͬ̉ͪͤ́͛ͅá̝̲͈͓͆̔̉̊r͍̤̙͈͓̼͔̔ͬ̾ͧ͐͋ͬk̘ͫͪ̽ͩ̆̅̄n̹̥̖͇̫̍͆̌̃̽̾e̯͍̬̜̳ș̞͐s̞͌ ͔̭̥̥͔t̬̯͕͔͖͚ͅh̟̺̭̼͓̳ͨ̃́̂ͤa͈̯͌ͫt̞̩͈͔̤̺ ͐̃͑́ḽ̮͙̜̺͎͒ͯͤͤͯͅu͖̪͔̰͍͚͉̐ͯͪ̐r̩͎̩̘̞̯̰ͯ̎k̭ͬ̈s̼̼̜̻ͯ̒̃͊͑ͫ̓ ͚̥̯̩̯̲̻̎i͓̪͊ͥ̐̾̏n̠̦͎͒̉ͣͨ͒̑ͥ ̝͇̦̙͎̾͗o̘͕̬͙̖̦̝ͪu͍͗ͧ͗r̼͍̺̻̪͛ ̼͍͓̿̽m͇ͮ̉i̎͛n̼̫ͫ̏̎͋d̜̥̼̻̮͉̎ͬ̚s̲͍͉̫͓̖̞ͨͨ̅͗ͤ̈

H͈̹̙̃͒͋e̦̟ ̳̖͒̓̎̋w̦̦̥ḥ̲͖͎͈͇̟ͫ̈̋̀o̮̼͇̪ͭ̿ͥ̃̍̄̚ ̖̥̖̜̬̓ͩt͚͇̙̭̙̩̯ͩ̾̀r̰̘̭͙ȅ͎̜ͫ̐a͖̬̯̭̫̘̩ͬ̿̄d͙̗̻͙̮̀͗́̽̓ͅs͓͉͙̟͉̜ ̗̇͊̄ͅbͭ͆̒̍e̠̻ͬ͌ͩ͊̃̈h͑̿̋̾i̝͉̖͒n̘̒͂d͂́̌̑̽ͣ̉ ̠̞̯̀̾ͫ͛̅̎̚t͙͖̭ͪͪ̍̄̀ͅh̞̹͓͔̮̻̓̀é͔̭͔̬̈̈̒ ̑ͭͣ͌̅ẅ̻̞͉͚̰ͪ̊ͥ̓ãͧͧ̅l̬̞̗ͣ̈̓ͪ͗͋ͪl̤̱͓͌ͬ̏ͮ̄̂s̈́ͩ́̅

F͖̪͕̊͒r͕̯͓̱̠͋̾͗ͅo͈͎̜͉̹̲̾̀̄̌̉ͭ̍m̹̞̎ͦ̔̆̇͛ͅ ̣̙͓̤̺̹̓̉͐̑́ͅț͎̗ͤ͛͆ͤͦ͂̄h̻̼̜̺̟̲͍͒͋̃ͦ̽̃e̞̳͉̱̬̼͈̝̱͌̂ ͚̬͕͚̭̪͐̍ͥN͔̮̪͇̝͓ͯ̉̑̂̇̚ḙ̙͙̻͕̮ͮͧͣz͖͇̜̳͈͔̟̑̀̉ͧ̈́̒͑p̬̟̙͕̄̉̓̌̄e̩̺̗͚̱͖̫̒͛r̦̜̤̄̋̂͑ͬ̂̈́ͅd̜̰̺̼͍ͨͮ̽ͦ͌͗̇̚i͔̖͙͓̗͒̂͛ͦͅa̱͕̻̮̯͂ͯṋ̫͈̻̳͓̘͚ͫ̓̑ͭ͂̆̔͗ ͙̣̻ͪ͌ͣ̐ͫ̏̃ͣs͕͖̰͙̀͐̐͆̚h͈̬̬͕̬͕͚̝̃̅̅̍o̳̣̙̰̼͇̘̞ͮ́r̠̩͈̪̺̈́͌͛e̲̟͔̘̟̔s̹̱̀ͨͤ͂̇͐̑͊ͅ

H̪͔̞̬͙̳̦̥̱̟̫̗̞̞̺͗ͮͩ̔̀ͨͪ̍ͨ̾̆͑͗͛͊͟͝ͅE̷̷̮̙͎̤͎̲̼͖͕̳̙̙ͧ̆̽̇ ͪ́ͯͨ̂ͭ̀ͪ̎̄͛ͦ̐͒̚̚͜͏̧͎̘͉̘͓̟̙C̰͉̮̦̫͉̮̞͖̟̗̩̫̹̝͛ͤ̓͆͐̉͆ͩ͗̈͂̒ͬ͌͂͆́͟Ơ̸̷̸̘̹̹͚̣̜̬̤̺̖̪͎͖̟̫ͯ͑ͣͯ͊ͥͤͤ͋́́͂̈́̾̋̈͗̿̅ͅM̙̘̣̥̙͎͕̍͂͛̿̃̆̓̈̅ͧ͐ͩ̏͑̾ͮͫͧ͟͟͞͡ͅE̷̶̡͇͖̻̝͇͓͇̜̣̤̦̮̘͍̭̳̪͍̔͒̔̍͒̎ͥͦͭ͐̆͌ͦ̇̎͐̍̔ͅS̸̳̬̙̣̦̣ͮͯ̉͋̿ͫͨ̋̚͘̕͝



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