Shades Blind Truth Pride hides illness Offsprings recast Servants of wrong Righteous my hate has driven Morals beneath the needs Bounteous for no more harvest Gently I spit your grace Fairly for crowning sun And Justly for natures joy Curse I name your needs Gently I spit the free Three times Three Sick by sick Decomposed Evermore Blames of choice Nature births pure Biohacking trends Circus Maximus Hate Is free Fate is free Sow the nest, bend the truth Deconstruct, misinform Greet the reaper Complexion is pure Greet the Reaper Bow to Pure