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Sent to live and not die

Crashed to the world, blazing wicked flame

A fleet of goons fully insane

Wreaking devastation in no one's honor

Chaos is order, sacred are devoured

Spit from the vortex

Slamming through the stars

They've come to take what's rightfully theirs

A distant constellation hidden from the knowledge

Of every hopeless soul on this empty rock

Can it be heard among all ears

Churning filament, the swift light-years

Resounding strident tone across black oceans

Ancient galaxies mark the future uncertain

Take from my hand this relic, it's not a saviour

Just the lonely whispers

In times of panic all sentience has no meaning

A brutal truth realized

All too late, the leviathan consumes at discretion

Merciless swing of the scythe

Simple this transformation, quagmired in convolution

Soothing pummel of the mace

Again the infinite builders cloaked in venom

Rapture up the worthy, travel the stars continuously to

Plant a distant seed, which in turn becomes a god

That recycles souls gratuitously collected on His mantle