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Black plagues, line a fading sky* |
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A dying world stripped to the bone, |
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Intoxicated by the madness. |
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Blood weeps from open wounds. |
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And still the fires rage, |
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Consumed, now chaos reigns. |
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Our pride dissolved, |
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The rise and fall, |
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The breaking point, |
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Burned and crossed. |
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Lost, |
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Now immune to all the carnage, |
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We turn upon ourselves. |
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Within these times of desperation, |
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We are the virus that has infected, |
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To its last. |
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Nothing is sacred, |
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Nothing shall be saved, |
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No one shall be spared the horror, |
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That has yet to come. |
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Destroy and discard, |
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This is all that we know. |
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Blackened flesh, blistered, |
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Hangs from skeletal frames |
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Stalking this arid wasteland, |
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Our minds immune to change. |
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The shreds of morality, |
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Fall by the wayside, |
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As we are left to ponder, |
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These black box revelations. |
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In these days to come, |
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In this, |
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Our final hour, |
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We will witness the true depths to which, |
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Humanity can sink. |
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Humanity can sink. |
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We will learn, |
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To suffer. |
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We will learn, |
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To fail. |
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And before long, |
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We will beg for the end. |
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And still the fires rage, |
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Consumed, now chaos reigns. |
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Our pride dissolved, |
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The rise and fall. |
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The breaking point, |
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Burned and crossed. |