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Marching forward |
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Blind with rage |
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Faces strapped to tubes |
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Devoid of human flesh |
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Fire blindly into |
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Growing walls of steel |
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Retaliation starts |
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Helments melt into this concrete smear |
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The end is brightest |
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When the withered hands |
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Are reaching for the sky |
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Their fading cries deforming |
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As the shockwaves rip the stars apart |
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Still alive |
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Barely crawling |
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Hands blown off |
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Limbs torn away |
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All shields breached |
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Decimation rising |
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Red sky falling faster |
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As the wave deletes your fears |
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Annihilation |
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Swept the ruins away |
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The tubes that once clung to the melted flesh |
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Have frozen |
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And crumbled on the mud of broken faces |
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The end is brightest |
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When the withered hands |
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Are reaching for the sky |
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The end is brightest |
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When you never look away from your fate |
