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WORLDEATER
backseat arsonist

when misery reigns it pours. what you reap is what you sow. this is the story of the fire itself. this match had been made in hell. light it up, burn it down. we’re just tenants, it’s not our house. we are loosing the sea and sky. everyone in charge has lost their minds. hearts turned to the blackest opal. son of a gun got lost in the fog of war. our last breath are ticking clocks. those who live in glass castles shouldn’t throw stones. branches and bones crushing under our feet. trampling on the roots of family trees. trespassing through wildlife, this is a wildfire burning down our backyards. we are just tenants, it’s not our house. light it up, burn it down. the night must fall and when the dead walk the living will eat this world in flames. this is the story of the fire itself. this match had been made in hell. worldeater, light it up, burn it down. this is a wildfire.

“even if the world is going to hell in a hand-basket, i won’t loose a penny”
- donald j. trump

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from Exodus Aesthetic, released April 23, 2021

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