The Ancient Imago

Flies, mantis, wasps, locusts
Spread virus, sow chaos

Fragile human population, pitiful civilization
Old parchment forshowing the upcoming invasion
So says the following sentence, written by the hand of our ancestors:
"Beware of a danger beyond expectations,
Shall the swarm come, no way of salvation"
The sky will turn pitch black, but there will be clouds not
It's all of the insects

Hundreds of thousands, and millions, and billions
The buzzing is making rumble in your ears
Never ending flow melts humanity

Flies, mantis, wasps, locusts
Spread virus, sow chaos

And in the densest spot in this bizarre flow
Emerges Lord of flies the Imago
"I, the third ruler of the underground Kingdom have come to end



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