| Stare in the face of this humanity;
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| Frantic beings searching for their immortality
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| Hear the rage of the ending call
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| And fight for life in the war on death
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| Perpetual War
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| Fight
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| Replenish mortal form
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| Replaced with an artificial one
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| An illusion of continuance
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| Life sustained only to be consumed
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| Strive to see the end of a mortal plague
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| Only to be defeated again
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| Discover cures, alter destiny
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| Incubation of doom
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| Much more aggressively
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| Burns in the fear of their passing on
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| Descent to darken oblivion
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| To withstand the course of time
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| Is to deny the very fact that we die
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| Regression into the hands of disease we resist
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| Fools imploring their Gods for regrets
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| Pray to idols for their sanity
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| Yet ultimately reach submission
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| Into the hands of death we detest
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| So surgery is performed
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| Open flesh for alteration
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| To preserve our being
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| Pawns in perpetual war we engage
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| Stare in the face of this humanity
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| Frantic beings searching for their immortality
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| Hear the rage of the ending call
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| And fight for life in the perpetual war
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| The passion for the flesh
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| And the burning desire we have to exist
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| Observe the weakness of our entity
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| And in the quest for matter
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| Become a casualty
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| Fight
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| Replenish mortal form
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| Replaced with an artificial one
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| An illusion of continuance
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| Life sustained only to be consumed |