The Human Abstract - A Violent Strike
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And out of the great beyond came a pitch-black multitude,
here to choose the weakest of our race:
hellhounds of the devil"s own race
confused a violent strike for something finally here to guide the way,
our faith in order was a mistake.
So fearful and divine, and devoid of grace,
they try to run but there"s no escape,
and the light decayed on that final day,
fear crept up inside, night became something more than a trade,
and our slumber, a weakness that we all can share.
Death calling in the wind, "this is the end."
I watched as a spiral took shape across the sky,
it was like a call from the other side.
What will you do now?
The fires of hell are raining down.
Deep inside you"re starting to shake,
and slowly losing ground.
Everyone is dead. Your bravery is
