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Foul red brains totally harmonize
With hues of blood, and thoughts of beasts
They're hungry for host sheding gore
Ideological bastards
A careless faith, an indulge in spite
Bureaucratic, colossus
Apocalyptic ideology
apocalyptic ideology
Working class
Is ruled by itsself
It writes its laws
It waits for
Any bad act
It's droll
The sore ulcer, of a human creed
Persecution of liberty
Subnormal philosophy
Sad history awkward
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Apocalyptic ideology
apocalyptic ideology
Died!
