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Evidence of Near Death - text

Exhaling stench like smoldering sepulchral fire of leaving generations,
humanity shall leave the borders drawn for it.
The calmness has gone away,
Born to pieces by shouts.
The word collapses under the fire skies.

The broken phantoms will dull lackluster eyes that look into themselves are roaming the streets.
Ominous humility on calm dead faces.

The repercussion of soul freezing cries and disgusting bone crunch walk like echo in aborted wombs of devastated megalopolises.
The corpses from the dead worlds,
Which had a cities like ulcers,
swollen porous parcels of the decaying flesh and crumbling bones,
too awful to be buried.

Here they are Adam's sons and daughters.

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