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gun is directed on the leg of throne
the throne you are sitting on
Every human can strike a match and close the sun by a finger
Anyone can push the trigger
waiting for the shot with a grin. Ready for oblivion
Ready for the judgement day
I heard the call leaving world of the thing
leaving ground of the greed
Golden age of cupidity complete collection of the throats
insatiable pocket
spilled poison
Explanation of concept is so easy
this time there will be no redeemer
Congratulations
This is culmination for history of endangered species
Gun is directed on the head of my own
spilled poison
counting back prizes
There is no hell and no heaven anymore
No God no Devil
they were fired