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In the vast emptiness of space,

stars are born and die with grace.

In this moment of final dusk

there's beauty in the chaos.

A symphony of fire and light.

And all that we have built and known

will crumble and be overthrown.

Only accomplished in our ultimate evanescence.

A blood-red sun descends in twilight's embrace

Ancient cold ascends

We carried our dreams like crowns

adorned with the essence of greed.

And in the dark recesses of our noble hearts,

We savored resentment.

Consumed by inferiority

we trailblaze the path into final oblivion

Crimson tides engulf the rotten lands

Meant to drown the fallen kings

A void of solace, where nothing redeems.

When the anthem of growth drowns out the harmonies of our natural world,

a Faustian pact sealed by false prophets empowered by the weak and the blind.

Hubris, abundance and wealth of the few is tipping the scales

But in the silence, where natures’ sighs linger

a rebellion unfurls in the quiet spaces, between the cracks in the pavement of Eden

Icarus soars, civilization crumbles, tragedy and beauty.

Fly Icarus fly

In skies untamed a daring quest,

To touch the stars

Pride embraced the sunlit spree,

A fall from grace, a destiny.

Fly Icarus fly

Touch the sun

And die

Cry Icarus cry

Fail your sons

And die