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Lyrics for Ignominiam [Latin, ( ig-nuh-min-ee-uh'm ) accusative singular of ignominia: dishonor, disgrace]

It's a fool who thinks there's any more disgraceful act than an execution for crimes committed against maliciously conceived ideologies of pious, porcine men.

There is nothing more degrading than publicly attempting to avoid the impossibility of contingency of your death preparatory to the fall of the guillotine.

All around you are crowds shouting, yelling—ten thousand faces, twenty thousand eyes.

This is the point you know you are about to die. You listen only for the rasp of iron above your head.

Every moment after the fall of the iron grate begins you must feel as though you still have a while yet to live.

Your existence is reduced to nothing more than a sentence.

The legacy of human will is governed by self-righteous fools who seek to be as gods. The priest is forcing the cross on your lifeless lips. Humanity's brief existence is only in passivity.

(Inspired by themes in Fyodor Dostoevsky's "The Idiot")

Please excuse the video segments that are not in sync with the audio. There was no way around that, despite any effort on my part. Needless to say, I shan't be using Premiere Pro again. fffffffffffffffffffhufhufhufhufhuf