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We wanted to touch the sky

The place where the thunder goes and things disappear

Beautiful, endless, full and yet empty

It hurts us, it hurts us

While perception grows of the eternal parody

Procreate, rinse and repeat

Once we swept through the colossal dawn

As elements of fire

No guilt nor pride or envy

Unmanifest

As we fall with burnt wings

An ever-winding path, down

Unmanifest

No guilt nor pride or envy

Unmanifest

With no expectations

Responsibility fades into indifference

The outstretched hand loosens and drops

Our meaningless confessions boiled down

To a stench of redemption so sweet

Removed from ourselves, lost and forgotten

Becoming Gods, Gods of nothing