For that fleeting moment of euphoria,
they became gods.
Engulfed by the call of insanity,
they shattered serenity.
The madmen rose to divinity,
and the only price they paid
was a flicker of hate,
already fading.
They did nothing wrong,
but they will not be immortalized.
Faces hidden by masks,
names dissolved into the collective.
They are not worth remembering.
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