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Carcasses piled up towards a crimson sky

In one fell swoop, billions are severed

Successful rebellion was never achievable

Like the temper-tantrums of spoiled bastards

In life, we were as gods

Commanding our own fate

Foolishly, we believed in such

As life drained from our eyes

With a word, we fall deceased

Birds swoop and peck flesh from bone

Feasting off of kings and vagabonds

All flesh tastes the same to them

Total genocide of our kind

Total retribution in blood

There are no graves left for us to dig

No lives to crush in our lustful pursuits

No depravity left to hopelessly feed

No currency left for our souls to sell

With a world, we fall deceased

Birds swoop and peck away the flesh

Feasting off of kings and vagabonds

All flesh tastes the same to them