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And we are
No solecism
In the passing of millennia
A drifting empire flotsam
Among nameless ruins
Flickering embers
Against the winds of time
As history unfolds
Nothing is sacred
And nothing is born

Through the valley of Lethe
And the mounts of Oblivion
I passed a million
Nameless gravestones

When I saw the earth
And the welkin turn ashen
And the light of the world
Abandon its vessel

Seemingly
Apathetic
Standing at the edge
Of the yawning chasm
From ravenous thoughts
Poorly concealed behind
Preposterous ideals
The true gist of actions
Is revealed
Under the national mock identity
It's all empty

The travesty is exposed
Bu the cycle begins anew
In the uproar of blood
A new fake prophet
Will come forth
(Will come forth)

As history unfolds
Their deeds are frowned upon
For nothing will be saved
And nothing will be worth

From seamless visions
Of disintegration
Ancient perils
Return to haunt the mind
A terror predating human words

In these bloody waters
We've been drowning
For so long
And the seabed
Is nowhere
To be found

Old shackles
Now coated in gold
This throne of bones
Will grow and grow
New vessels
To carry the curse
From the womb
To the grave
And let the covetous fire
Reclaim its place

Perpetuating decay

Like hierophants
And heroes of
Forsaken myths
We are the epigones
Of made up glories

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