| Decades have passed since the genesis
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| Genesis of the great Virvum harvest
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| Covert underground command centers have enabled
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| Use of satellites
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| Transmissions from space disabled
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| Technology with the use of pulse attacks
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| Cozen pods now litter the Earths sky
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| With remains of plans not known to us
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| Ornaments hung by an ancient alien breed for victory
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| Amidst the ruins of the Virvum
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| Obsessed concentration camps
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| The souls of the fallen speak from harvest burial grounds
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| Forever weeping
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| Articulating tales of sorrow and loneliness
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| Spirits condemned eternally
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| To exist between the underworld and this world
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| Herded and slaughtered for their cosmic force
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| Engulfing all the life force from the chosen host
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| The skeletal remains of former slaves
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| Are chained for eternity to the vacant alien thrones
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| The temple beacons remain emitting
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| Horrific horrid hypnotic frequencies
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| Calling to the unknown
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| The structures pulsate
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| In an infinite frequecntal loop
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| Resonating throughout the valleys of space
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| For an answered call
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| Immune to the frequencies of the beacons
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| An evolved mankind now immune
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| To the hypnotic trance set by the alien beings
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| Continue to build the new civilization, human tribes evade
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| Militias by trekking off the beaten path
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| Embracing all sanctuaries to harbor the remaining bodies
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| Rations are growing slim, cannibalism is mandatory
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| Chaos and anarchy erupt into rebellious gangs
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| Rogue tribes scavenge the wasteland
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| For survival
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| Harvest temple territories are persistently attacked
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| Battles persist on Earth
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| With no knowledge of the pending doom
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| Of the pending doom that still awaits from above |