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Commence the containment protocol,
Raise the barrier higher than the sky and then
Release the beasts to devour this rot.
An olive branch is offered in this temple of dread,
Like a broken hand.
A programmed massacre invoked through
Algorithmic waste.
Anchoring to attractions of wrath;
All flesh is made of the same dross as all things.
Drinking from the chalice of a cataclysmic emergence
Stained in Fire and brimstone, while (this) isolation fuels
The fugitive doubts from fleeting abhorrence
The purification of the root
The olive branch is now rotten.

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from Disavowed, and Left Hopeless, released August 27, 2021

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