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The Gardens withered and the Colossus perished
Embraced by the luscious winds of stagnation
As a monument of the silent gospel
From a rotting foetus inside the womb of Gaia
Risen by the hand of man
Turning the pages of history
Purifying, channeling the essence
Of a conscious, erected mud
Our almighty new god
Turning man back into mud*
* with respect for Puissance
