Observe, an ominous perking of my spine,
an emanation of revelation, and sanctity.
This tremor serves as a prophet;
the coming resonates vulgarly
as aural perception.
Here rises the spoils of gluttonous sovereignty
to estranged, self-proclaimed divinity.
And all, patrons to paupers, will depreciate still further
than this depraved cosmos
has already become of them,
fearful to the crossing of metal
and flesh.
In a manner of prodigy,
one could salvage the majesty
of Antediluvian Genesis, but alas
Memento Mori-
the deficit of man.
Woe, the burden of debauchery,
an undeniable travesty.

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