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Tear down the sky
dust and ashes we’re all going to die
drowned out in this malignant rain
no longer vertically insane
never had been completely intact
the Devil and I have made a pact
to destroy the absolution
with bleeding noise pollution
to watch the Apocalypse from a fictitious place
lost in body, hidden in face
the sins committed, will come in thick and fast
up until the inhaling air of the very last
person standing all alone
for self-mutilation he is prone
to render himself incomplete is everything he can
the pitiful symphony embedded into man
begging for release, the longing veins
no one is pulling harder on his reigns
to stop the hatred pouring out
luminous callings waving his own doubt
our deranged smiles hanging upside down
at the final fatality in this small town
the haunted lands of memories waste
just guts and gore with a metallic taste
we will bottle up each wandering soul
until the clock tower bell does toll
signifying the days have come to an end
into the flames we will together descend
very kool , dark and fun .. you are at a different ‘league’ here 
The pic goes well with the poem. Wicked write.
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