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The Acosmist

Nothing exist, an entity ends to cease
like a lightweight of matter,
You only find insignificant number

grasp the path of nullity
where nonentity only lives mediocrity
believing they have authority
but they only show obscurity
Nothing succumb and magnate
there is no eminence in child’s play
no figure and no shape
only trivial personage
they build straw for scintilla
and dance abomination from Alexandria
drivel by folly fribble woman named Babylonia.

Everyone dies and demise
there are no allies only belies
we fail in disguise,
to hide our heart cries
who can dry up this bleeding?
Who can clean it up without prints?
This scrofulous state is consuming,
it thrives, never defying.
Draw out that slaves,
and let them embrace their graves,
who wants living in lashes within braves?

Everyone departs and withdraw
taking plunder the followers in complete
youngs are abandon in the middle of the dawn ,
mocked by the mouth of the beast.
“Your ancestors make your existence acosmist,
listening to my lies and deceit,
now welcome to my world of mistreat
WHERE I AM THE MASTER AND YOU ARE THE MEAT.
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