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Born into chaos

There is no guiding hand

Set out on my own

No promise at the end

living in a world of chaos

No sense for evil

No sense for good

The cosmic joke of existence

WE ROT

We ALL ROT

This large mass, a collective thought

The joke is, we all rot

Empathy has become, an afterthought

Of a dying world

No entity for condition of morality

We are the reason, time must forget

We are the reason, there’s no regret

There’s something in our heads

That sets on self-destruction

Gath your broken soul

Mend it with the ones you love

Everything Dies, Everything Will Rot

Stop Staring, into the eyes, of a dead God

Everything Dies, Everything Will Rot

Don’t Let it be for Naught

We All Rot