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As the hammering of never ending gunshots

Echoes in the distance

Their presence will be known and feared by all

The creation of a higher existence

Concession for the future To make

Remains will linger

As we welcome a brand new age

To feel so small, obsolete

And bound to fall

The march of sentinels has begun

Eradication squad on the move

Smoke blacking out the sun

Wipe the slate clean for something new

Putrid ashes blazing fire

Abandoned and left behind

Gone

It’s all Gone

Hear the thunder of mechanical footsteps

Marching, with conviction

Their presence is a promise of death to all

The extinction of a minor existence

A cleansing for the future to make

Remains will linger

As we welcome a brand new age

To feel so small, weak

And forced up against a wall

The march of sentinels has begun

Eradication squad on the move

Smoke blacking out the sun

Wipe the slate clean for something new

In hindsight, everything else would seems so trivial

Spawned from desire to reach beyond

But no one's willing to accept their fault

Solo: Nick Richardson

Come march with us, now take your place in line

Our creator will falter