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Countless wretched aeons have passed

Precious civilizations soar and collapse into turmoil and decay

We have reached our final zenith; this the apex of what can be achieved by man

And in this fleeting eternity, know there is nothing left beyond these final moments

Nightmare descends upon us

Upon all that we worship

These hives of lies we covet

In all our lustful sickness

We can't repress our yearning

We seek these treasures still

Illusion of joyous wealth

Try swallowing that pill

Will we never learn just what ransom we place upon our own heads?

Withered state of bleak existence

Spiral headlong into fatalistic torment

Justify our race we can no longer

We deserve this dilapidation

Suppress your aspirations, die unfulfilled

Antediluvian; a fragile circus

Apostate heretics we have become

Fallen gods, disciples fracture 'neath our feet

We linger still, in spite of our hatred

What lies we feed ourselves to sleep

Wracked with egocentric guilt

What spirits make our children weep?

"We didn't know!"; we scream

With contrived innocence we strive forward

To our inevitable doom

Obsession sheathed to reveal true horror

The state of what we were and have become

Reflection mockingly sneers in laughter

Subjugation of ourselves – what have we done?!

This is the final hour mankind,

Yet proud, amidst carnage and utter desecration

There can be no apology

Dream not of salvation young fledgling

Brother, let go that which cannot be denied

Were our gods dead no longer

They would spare us not from the suffering we've earned

Unearth the secrets of the past

The vicious cycle turns and spurns again

Cataclysmic rapture, we ignore the warning of legacy

Predilection, this final hour: our self-destruction

Our fate has overwhelmed us

All we believed important

These lives of lies we suffer

Condemn this lustful sickness

We must repress our yearning

Seek not false treasures still

Deception of joyous wealth

We have choked upon these ills

This is our final hour, no prayers escape our lips

Concealed beneath the bloodshed and conflict lies a twist

One may be spared this torture, to thrive in restoration

There can be no mistake.

Yield to this horror and utter ruin

Blameless not, this is our final hour

Dishonoured all we promised, and sought to re-create

Only this death can offer peace as we rot in sleep