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Vultures forsee when all life will die

Stalking from above, death follows us

From a distance we are forced to see

The ones that will feast on our flesh

Decayed and rotten, we all one day

Vultures in a grey sky watching me

Every living moment

Coming closer to the vultures eye

With patience they bide their time

To feast on the flesh that once held life

The creature that will one day sustain itself

On the flesh that once contained life

Through them, though we live forever

Becoming vultures ourselves

For the flesh we sacrifice to our watchers

Becomes the new life

(That will stalk

A never ending stream of life

Fowing like unstoppable waters

Until our glorious extinction)