You live in constant delusion; your mind is dazed with confusion! Don’t fret my puppets, for here comes your solution. This piper fills the air with his pollution; this writer’s monster grows as you want revolution. The Whisperer gives to him the words of diffusion; preparing yours souls to give into this evolution! Down with your walls; for I bring to you your transfusion.
Your surrender to me shall be quite an execution; to you there is no further conclusion -- call me Master Lucian! My readers to me shall offer exclusion; my writs shall be my overpowering dilution! With me there shall be no prosecution; alone you’ll stand as I sing my persecution!
You want revolution...
Enjoy my evolution!
Feed your hungry hearts with my infusion; ecstasy shall be to you my illusion. Call me your god; in my everlasting power you’ll remain without any absolution. You’ll burn with my scripts electrocution; of this there shall be no resolution! It’s time for my retribution; my Musing will be the one to bring attribution.
You want revolution...
Enjoy your evolution!
Be sure of this one thing; from my hands there is no restitution. Your ears to me shall be your donation and contribution; eyes readily given toward an evil institution! Sing with me my puppets; sing the freedom of revolution... your constant inclusion.
There is no solution...
Come toward my revolution!
Let’s us come together with holy fusion; do not make me come with fury and intrusion! Lust my little ones to the infection; laugh and play to my continual infiltration!
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