To the quandaries of human life
Devastation of a world in strife
No return, sinews burn on an earth now dead
Disappear, into ether as we cascade as we divide
Distort, inside
Bleak
Souls that mirror the deceased
Shuffle to their closing feast
Towards an empty grave
Buried in their sadness
I control my verity and notions
Detachment
Away from terrestrial spheres
We are estranged
Defect, abstract from carnality as we cascade as we divide
Distort, inside
Free from burden at hand
That weighs down your innate volition
Towards an empty grave
Buried in their sadness
I control my verity and notions
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