Alliegance

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The cities burn from tyrannical political spectrums when palaces rage wars,
Inner peace and the sacred rights exist no more,
And all refuge has disappeared from sights, leaving the only shelter in the arms of a whore.

True and chaos have no been redifined,
Humanity's last hope has already left,
There's nothing more for people to turn to,
Except for self-immolation and suicide.

Create your own creatures, and use them to abuse the masses,
Restart this world, or shape all others,
Turn the dictators into newfound mothers.

Happily we go tumbling down on a acid induced haze,
With smoke rising up from a concoction of weeds,
Seemingly guiltess from our sacrosanct sins,
Timeless hypocrisy washes away all of our wrongful deeds.

Death wielding tendancies are now reborn,
Swearing a blood running oath to our newfound creator,
A jester of men and muse of civilizations,
Who carfully ponders all words that we conjure in our defense,
Seemingly turning the chaotic and indestructable into perfect sense.

Eradiction of the weak leads onto the rebirth of the new,
But dragging anchors of conscience and guilt dig into our brains,
Constructing hatred and allowing self-pity to brew,
Increase our drive to inflict masterfully executed pains.

Banishing the strong leaves only but the weak,
The weak cannot help but simplisticly evolve,
Dwelving into the dark arts much farther then ever known,
Causing our universe to stop, and planets cease to revolve.

Life now takes presedence over death,
Minds melt into a single haze,
As humanity now becomes the victim,
To it's own haze.