A blood-red line
Breaks through the dusty blanket
Spreading amidst the astonished masses
Its schizoid rush knows no impediments
Piercing the heart
Infecting the most hidden recesses
Inhuman, it accepts no rules
A tyrant sleep wearing down
Light swallowed
Hate assimilated
Reason rejected
Through these biting roads
Sowed with hooks
Another disciple bleeds
Its flesh hideously torn
But the line keeps moving forward
In its whirling twitch
A main road has been found
Chiseled in the flesh, unidirectional
Destination unknown
Its reaching will demand victims

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