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Bad Seed

Kill me,
my children
I don't understand.
What wrong, did I do
To breed such hate in you?

From Adam
to Eve
you live, to decieve.
I pray, for End Days
humanity's astray.

Earth is, ransacked
breaking Atlas's back.
Insects rise up, from the sin that crushed
overthrow, my throne
and burn themselves to dust.

Kill me,
my children
I meant you no ill will.
I'm falling, I fell
into my own Eden Hell.
Written by Giomarach
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