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Out of our eyes, Out of our tears, Out of our mind, and Out of our ears
Can you see us now? Are we the Infection?
Are we the Infection?
We breathe, We grow
We reproduce, We flow
We see, We taste
We eat, We waste
We live, We die
Without the lie
Are we the Infection?
We are the hope of life
Undivided we live
Ununited we stand
Unpoisoned we plan
The best of our chance,
These "Gods" are beyond discreet
They seem more likely below our feet
Until we finally meet,
or Death rots me before they greet.
We live, We die
We think inside the truth,
You deny,
Am I the Infection?
Is he the Infection?
Is she the Infection?
Are we the Infection?
The truth shines above me
Like I am the only one left
I feel the warmth around me
And fully embrace my death
I dropped and rose
Into the sky
I felt all their souls,
Then relized it was all a lie.
They are the Infection.
- by F i d e l i s A t h e o |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 04/23/2009 |
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- Title: The Blacker Plague
- Artist: F i d e l i s A t h e o
- Description: A song-like poem, about the falcity of the religous aspect.
- Date: 04/23/2009
- Tags: blacker plague
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- Divine_Gurdian - 04/25/2009
- This is coolio. You should check out osme of my stuff and tell me what you think. PLease?
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