Cullscape

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A tick of the clock, the doorstep of doom (now one step closer to it)
Sow the killing fields, reap the trembling horde (assert total control)
A bloodstained discourse, this trial by ordeal (extract a foreknown truth)
Chained to the rack, primitive machines
(Old methods are effective)

Every injury done a pain to be suffered
A pathos manifested in a show of force
Transformative apparatus of cruelty
Inscripted debts on human cogs
Coagulated badge a sadistic memory
The black hole of stochastic death
Maintaining holds through technocracy
The cult of the offensive, apex of impunity
Confessions gained through barbaric means
The contents irrelevant, infractions freely
The blood curdling score of a thousand-fold cries
Preemptive vengeance, the echoes of demise
Erase the blot from the seas of eternity
Uproot the past, erase it entirely

Maintaining holds through technocracy
The cult of the offensive, apex of impunity
Confessions gained through barbaric means
The contents irrelevant, infractions freely
The blood curdling score of a thousand-fold cries
Preemptive vengeance, the echoes of demise
Erase the blot from the seas of eternity
Uproot the past, erase it entirely

A vile congregate, ministry in hell (the progress birthright)
A hadal eon of total control (blind drunk on power)
The value of the dead, necrocapital (the wealth of the sadist)
To answer the call, the call of the cull