| All our gods have fled
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| Retreated to the skies
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| From there, they watch us fall
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| Beneath unyielding scythe
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| A cold and callous blade
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| Indifference, swathed in blood
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| Ageless, unafraid
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| As fools, our end has come
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| Ignoring signs
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| We believed that we were blameless
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| Then the harm could not be undone
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| We hang ourselves
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| From any rope put here to save us
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| And seal our fate
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| Together to die as one
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| Across the breadth of our existence
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| A single moment to be snuffed out
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| Shared blood that flows, sins unrepented
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| No inclination to see the sword that’s crashing down
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| Last burning breath filled with death and desire
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| Our boundless pride becomes a funeral pyre
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| The end remains the only god we can’t deny
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| All still believing the lie of survival |