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Taste the divinity – still caught in mystery

A shroud of silence in this terror of humanity

Let’s throw oil on the fires, ignite our homes

Through the ashes we crawl, the taste is bittersweet

A great leap forward to extinction that we seem to seek

A final bullet to our head

All we are – lies manmade

A parade of fools to be slain

By our own hands, fingers clenched

The final blow is heaven sent

And may the stars all come and go

And with passing eons cease their glow

None of these monuments stands watch

Through all time

Oh can’t we imagine that we’ll fade?

Born in a rotting corpse’s fate

Shall we fight for infinite life

Caught in this flesh?