Days of calamity, the way you’re getting rained upon
Future’s totalitarian, way you’re getting reigned upon
Soul stuck in purgatory never sent to the great beyond
Minds stuck in perjury, never once said the pain’s gone
Dystopian exodus of intolerance and failures
Apocalypses end up in blood, shedding tears
Overrun by cultists, the so-called god-fearing atheists
The celibate occultists impregnating hateful gradients
Rejoicing the consequence of death and destruction
Sufficing the thoughts, offences deemed redemption
By: Arman Yusuf
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