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• Artiste: Von Zippers
• Titre: Insect Idol
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High above the earth the angry sun and the driest heat since time begun. Riverbeds cough on barren lands. Beetles crawl with purpose through a land of shifting, burning sands. The older members of a human race now few in number once had a place. Using brains the size of artichokes, revolutions of their fossil fueling prophets/profits all go up in smoke. When it's all said and done, only one survivor on a planet blackened by the sun. (Here it comes.) 'Til then, to your knees, all hail the Insect Idol. Servants to a greater being, servants to an Insect King. Over time we'll perish in defeat as cockroaches flourish in the heat. Until that time our calling served, his Highness subjects seal a fate imminent, so very long deserved.