I can feel the Earth's erratic pulsations below its filthy thick rippled foreskin
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This feeling is far too comforting
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The universe's largest assembly line working subconsciously towards
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the goal of global genocide
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Will we ever have a chance to look back and laugh?
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As a human I have succeeded in etching my own notch from the planet's scum and failed in my effort for concern
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As individual units we are the gears, the lubricants, the cables
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As one we are the genocide machine
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This feeling is far too comforting
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Burn in soothing satisfaction
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Burn in comfort
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Burn the genocide machine
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The Genocide Machine
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| Circle Of Dead Children |
