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Greed will not save us from extinction

Doing that which can not be undone

The future is a shallow grave

Our flesh will blanket the soils

A species grasping at fantasies

Eyes sewn shut

Reality is cold

We harvest pain

Innocent silent souls

Quietly begging for mercy

Healing with the dawn of the dead

Our ashes will be the only memory

Executed by our savior

We will burn

There is no return

This is our fate

Passion for self

We are but shadows

Too weak to overcome

Gamble our final breath

The house always wins

There is no coming back