Ruptured wounds and mellow tunes
At the point of no return
The sickly bastard son of malice
Sips his wine enjoying his time
A corkscrew pops to the joy
Whole world falls asunder like his toy
Weakening of emotions a parade
Transcendental molten greed cascade
Corrupting all beauty in its path
Humanity samples a mouthful of his wrath
His spindle threads the future
Gnaws a gash none can ever suture
Believers drawn here, all pay the cost
None is spared and all is lost
At the point of no return
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