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The Meaningless god

Sitting on your golden throne

watching the world to fall apart

thirsty of blood and burning flesh

with itchy hands unleashing death

pulling the strings of fate

through a bloodline blessed in blood

rising armies of dead livings

with a hope in the afterlife

Hungry hate and endless warlords

carrying flags of executions

Human nature at is purest

in the battlefield there is no god

Black winged death messenger

cold dark breeze of agony

war machines spreading death

in the blood feast of their masters

misery rules the land

sacrificed worthless souls

feeling life how fades away

bloodstained steel has pierce their core

Human nature is self destruction

creating gods that meet their illusion

rising flags and war declaration

to those who oppose their dark ambitions

Rotten wasteland to walk in

everyone has their on needs

power - riches - pleasure

That can be a celestial being

human or a material one

gods - kingdoms - pleasure

afraid of darkness and it's essence

that will show their real selves

lying on the ground, there is not redemption now.