Blessed art thou, to live in excess
without regard to
starving mouths on concrete grounds,
the sickness in the world around -
You do not care to right your wrongs,
face the pain you wreak,
the poison of your life confines you
to our animosity.
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Word of your shameless ways has traveled far and wide,
the invasion of your arrogance abuses the deprived.
You live your garish life oblivious to it's malaise,
you take without reciprocating, concerned with only gain.
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We have watched and we have waited for you to renounce your ways,
a repeat offender, no remorse, it fills our hearts with rage.
Humanity's collective sigh is where we draw the line,
the contagion of your existence cannot be left alive.
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From a simultaneous past, present and future,
the Keepers of the Karmic Scales, the Terminal Rebukers...
Divine intervention at the end of our pursuit,
we cannot be stopped, you cannot hide, we are coming for you.
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You have captured the attention of the creatures spawned from ire,
you will burn in the intensity of a fury that never tires.
You will look into the eyes of anger, seeing your repugnance,
you will waste your breath on unheard pleas before our vengeance.
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For as long as you will exist,
so will we...
You will blindly seek your foolish bliss,
and for it, you will bleed.
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Now, you're cornered and held accountable - time to pay.
Cause and effect, you are despicable - embrace the pain.
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Crushing the blight out of your person - no mercy.
Self-indulgent, without compassion - the irony.
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What a shame, you'll only die once - for your crimes.
A detestable legacy - left behind.
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A smoking hole in the earth is all that now remains,
stifled echoes resonate the evils your proclaimed.
Returning to our dimension to find the next victim,
the purging of all ignorance has only just begun.
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Scouring realities, the all seeing eyes, to find the twisted, stagnant minds wherever they will hide.
I saw Malodorous' Vocalist Chase "Cyberking" Martin at the Break & Blast Vol. 1 Festival at Stages in Santa Ana, California on February 10, 2024. Stolen Mongoose
