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Death is the sentence

That I give to this dull decaying world

Extinction

My promise of redemption

Humanity

A prey to chase

Something better awaits

Something ancient

Yet something new

Empty faces

Reflections of an inner nothingness

The farce of modernity

Is getting onto its final act

Weak fires still glow

Meagre sources of light

Casting shadows of greater structures

Upon the walls of perdition

Grab your fucking bible

Your time has run out

You cherish so much your empty lives

Worry so hard for some lame concerns

Deppresive electrons is all I see

Ghosts playing life without much success

Amongst the ruins

Where the masses of perdition

Mechanically multiply and breed

In a desperate attempt to fill in the void

The trumpets are being blown in the distance

Depressive masses - the masses of perdition

Your pathetic woe is soon to pass