Kings of the Carnival Creation

Incarnated marvels simplefied, effects from such a disconsalate kind
Impotence of the once so perfect living, erase and rewind
Stand rigid for the next battle, peace means reloading your guns
The love for life is all hatred in disguise, a carnival creation with masks undone
In search for the guideliness to the gateways of sin
Through mires of misanthropy with wrath in mind
Sophistication as cruelty and perfection as virulent truth
Confidently dawned, to pick the best of enemies
An abyss womb strech wide open, exposed to retaliate
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With the stigma feasting on your flesh as I wish you well, thorns from the fountains of faith licking lepered skin
Worshipped by anyone