Humanity’s last futile breath
All the tyrants, born self-proclaimed Gods
All endured for nothing.
When the ice blood stops pumping
After Humanity wakes at the dusk of immortality
What will we remember?
Power, Wealth, Status.
Or those we forgot
Prisoners born of our ignorance
When a generation looks back
Remembering us as condones born of blindness
Who murdered the human inside us?
Love, Fight, Serve.
So your silence won't be judged with your sins
That the lamb won't be cursed as the lion
When we walk on the road to eternity
Will our love have bled us empty?
Futile, Sinners, Oblivious.
Our last mark on this earth
When all is done.
If nothing is done.
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