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Foreign flesh of conquered

Submission becomes acceptance

Destined skin becomes your right

Boundless scourge, a final end of days

You are dethroned, disgraced

Carving new life, sick of the taste

The shattered memories

Return to stare you in the face

Stare into the fading light

Candles burn amidst the fog

And silence bleeds fear into the night

Removal of the origin

Misshapen by the world below

Spoiling fruit, the taste bitter sweet

With regret buried beneath

A vortex to the world below

Within the mind, claimed by the undertow

Not meant to be, blood staining red

Clouded minds and flooded lungs

Feeble, so feeble, the stature of kings

Devoted to your prophet

Another mark for the piles of the dead

The pyre reaches to the night sky

Revealing truths long forgot

Time cannot be made to stop

And none of it will matter

For in the end you cannot pray

More time into existence

For all we have dies today