| This is a failure
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| And every wretched word
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| Is broken, enfeebled
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| Never to be heard
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| This is surrender
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| All history consumed
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| By the tomb of oppression
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| That is this living world
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| In the dead gaze of the future
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| Roars the great furnace of time
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| Renders ash all dreams of purpose
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| Blacken every bone, blacken every hope
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| We awoke to find this
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| Poisoned land unchanged
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| And the world beyond our
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| Blood-shot eyes still horror
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| Every thought a ruthless circle
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| Every word a vicious stone
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| Every effort wracked in violent degradation
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| Feeble forms, the spirit broken
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| Ground to dust by the
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| Weight of nothingness
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| Death compels all hope’s attrition
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| Desperate throes of the human condition
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| We renounce all hope and
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| All the days to come
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| Will be the coldest reinforcement
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| Of our failures
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| Held below the surface and
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| Caressed by probing jaws
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| Our bodies claimed as grist
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| To feed the future
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| Stripped to the bone
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| Absolute emptiness
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| Held captive by doubt
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| Razed
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| Forgotten
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| Irrelevant unto the end
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| Crumble in solitude
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| This is the end
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| Devoid of meaning
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| Irrelevant unto the end
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| This is submission
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| A final repose
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| This is submission
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| To the unending call of woe |