All these shall be the end
as you kissed the last man
But the grotesque of fear
is not the only beauty here
Carve your mercy below savage
as you pray for your last age
Defects are not failure
but meaningless torture
Erectile minds soars beyond them
reaching the abyss of surrealism
Faceless sun awakens greed
consuming the devil's meat
Give me, your graceful tongue
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