| Standing above what is soon to be a carcass
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| A habitat, for petty things
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| On the verge of extinction
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| Breathing dying breaths
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| An aeon’s passing, underway
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| Crawling towards me, a devouring malice
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| Incessantly creeping closer is the inevitable breaking point
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| Freely taking what we surrender
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| That which was never ours to take
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| Our terrestrial corpse, is released
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| Into perpetual oblivion
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| We stand on the knife-edge
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| One step from the void
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| As stone, frozen and forced to behold
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| Possibly the last fleeting moment
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| In between fatal possibilities
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| In between the realms of shadow and light our paths divide
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| One path leads down, one still searching for a way to survive
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| Fate is a colossal monstrosity without a reason, undividing
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| Nothings truly black or white, omnipresent and beyond all laws
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| Our existence is in
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| Penumbra
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| Crawling towards me, a malevolent justice
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| Incessantly creeping closer
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| Freely breaking all constructs
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| Dissolving only to recreate
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| Our terrestrial corpse, so diseased
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| Introducing the ultimate eschaton
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| Now we hang on the knife-edge
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| Our lives are void |