Genocide of the weak.
Visions of death burning inside me.
Contempt for everything that I fucking see.
Now the curtain burns:
All that's left is dust as the pages turn.
They vanish dead to their fantasy.
All that's left is the line we draw.
We'll watch them fall.
Live forever or die opposed.
This is the new war.
We'll live to see the end.
Against the world like it's always been.
The battle begins.
New war. Same enemy.
Draw the line.
Destroy their fantasy.
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