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Falling

It's falling down

The sun hurled aflame towards the earth

As it was falling down, I could hear it say

Did you really think there were any gods...

Other than Death and I?

Falling

It's falling down

A godless world

With senseless greed

A smell of smog in the air

Purpose fabricated

It's never enough

Death gave a chilled gaze and placed his frigid hand

Slowly on my shoulder, and he said to me

Did you really think there were any gods...

Other than Sol and I?