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Your kind has been aborted. |
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This world abandoned left desolate, |
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Depleted of all its resources. |
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There's no recovery from this. |
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Yet there are survivors scarce |
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Who hide amongst the ruins where |
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A crucial decision must be made; |
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To die of starvation or take ones life and feed upon their flesh. |
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The sky won't expose any answers, |
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So stop searching there. |
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You cannot escape reality's trials |
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With a simple prayer. |
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For such a complicated sin fear not of punishment. |
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Find enjoyment in their pain and incisions made. |
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You're not a heathen for thinking this if God can allow these situations. |
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With no response or a single sign sent from the heavens, |
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Is God deaf, or maybe dead? |
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Is God deaf? God is not deaf, just non-existent. |
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Allow your last ounce of faith to diminish. |
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Let the hunger consume your thoughts. |
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For all the years spent on your knees |
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Finally stand to think without looking above. |
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Finally you stand to think without looking above. |
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Desperate times call for desperate actions. |
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So murder, consume, and repeat for survival in a devastated world of exile. |
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This is a mandatory sacrifice |