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• Artiste: At Dawn
• Titre: Project Blue
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Plague of epic proportions has taken hold Bodies lie in the streets stacked to the heavens Deaths hand clenched around swollen throats Set ablaze to contain the contagion Bloody mucus flows from the infected Emaciated crawl on crooked hands There backs arched in agonizing wail "What have we wrought?" they cry Synthetic Pathogen Preforming at maximum efficiency 99% chance of certain death Only the dreamers shall remain No solace as their life ends Agonizing torture as fluid fills their lungs The captain salutes as they pass Waiting for the arms of sweet death Hemorraging from every orifice Eyes cataract and blind Wrought of their own construction Mankind has successfully ended his time But what of those who remain? Adrift in a sea of the dead Basking in their mortality They hear two distant cries (one the soothing call of a mother the other the maniacal laughter of the dark man) Welcome to the world of Project Blue Welcome to the land of the dead Welcome to the field of hope Welcome to the city of the dead