Redemption for the voiceless. Vengeance for those who fell in vain.
A blood bath, a feral insurrection, the final decimation of the machine.
The gods of carnage have awakened. Black shadows circle in the sky.
They hover, soar, glide patiently waiting for the feast. Talons, claws, fangs stained red, shredding flesh from the bone, bone from the body, body from soul. Eyes of the wild illuminating in the glow of burning empires, a world that can't be saved. The scent of progress will outlast its creators, lingering in the wake of synthetic mountains of death. Forcing savage resurrections to live among the gutted belly of this beast. We've passed the point of no return. The unharnessed beauty of nature's screaming. Nothing made by the hands of man can repair the damage that's been done, a symbiotic circle crushed in the path of humanity. Domestic becoming feral, a transition that's hard to complete. The language of our ancestors, begin to speak.
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