The hour in which even our own lives
Have become abhorrent unto us
The gods we yet worship
Long since dead
Mock our servile existence
Our future is meaningless
Poverty uncleanness
And despicable apathy
Where is the wrath
Where is the retribution
Our inglorious doom
Inexorable irrevocable
Shameful and mired in filth
Syzygy
Where is the lightning
To strike down our wickedness
Where is the frenzy
To release us from the hopelessness
With which we are infected
Where is the wrathful sky
That will end our suffering
An hour of great contempt is upon us The hour in which even our own lives Have become abhorrent unto us The gods we yet worship Long since dead Mock our servile existence Our future is meaningless Poverty uncleanness And despicable apathy Where is the wrath Where is the retribution Our inglorious doom Inexorable irrevocable Shameful and mired in filth Syzygy Where is the lightning To strike down our wickedness Where is the frenzy To release us from the hopelessness With which we are infected Where is the wrathful sky That will end our suffering Explain Request ×
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