Bring her a mushroom cloud to garnish the skylines today
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Bring her opulent orange and cringing, beautiful white bellows
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Give her the gift of eradication, the gift of cleansing
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No screams or sounds,
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only the resonation of relief colliding with horror
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Trepidation blanketed with the reverberation of godlike slaughter
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Tumor mankind
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Dug from the roots and burned from the marrow outward
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Falling forward into complete regeneration
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Bring Her A Mushroom Cloud Pt. 01
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Circle Of Dead Children |