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Is this what it means to grow older? An old soul can't grow colder

If I've grown wiser I don't know, but a weight has fallen off my shoulders.

I'm losing control of all that I let go. My narrative I will own.

My blood like magma burns a heart of stone.

This is not the apocalypse I prepared for, it is not my life I'm scared for

Fear will embrace those who take a stand.

Misery and despair kill slowly, convincing pure souls they're unholy

The demons of our day we face hand in hand.

Are we creation's final verse?

May our serenity be your curse.

Howl at eternity, burning for the bloodthirsty.

Let's go!

Joy is the relief when open hearts bleed

from anger-stained memories that veins of hate dismember.

Dance when blind authority, sorcerers of conformity

demand stillness and surrender.

Following my heart, faith is a weapon.

Bury the threat despite the tension.

Fighting through hordes of cruel intentions,

our solidarity screams through senseless oppression.

Damage me, ravage me, you'll never kill my identity.

I laugh at your failed tragedy. I have grasped immortality.

I sink my teeth into the sunken cost fallacy.

Are we creation's final verse?

Let our serenity be your curse.

Howl at eternity, burning for the bloodthirsty.

Like the morning-star, fall from grace.

Let innocence return to the hearts you break.

The weight of these chains rusting:

Not the end of days but a new today.

The meaning inside, my deepest deficits cannot hide.

In my favorite absurdity I will abide.

The void of nihil cannot bind to loneliness I left to die.

Mental deception, I will not live and let live in these lies.

Are we creation's final verse?

Let our serenity be your curse.

Howl at eternity, burning for the bloodthirsty.