Decapitated - Never

Decapitated - Never

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The welkin disappeared

There is no horizon

The sun, the primeval mother, abandoned us

It despairingly burns behind the shroud

The pervasive shroud of the deathly ash

The orphaned nature, the last vital sign

Fades out in the shadow, burying the old vivid earth

I knew that even light needs darkness to shine

But learnt that every darkness always kills the light

Heavy clouds went grey and down

Crushing lungs with acid air

This isn't home!

This is the civilization's grave

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This place smells of grimness and fear

The great vigil of the pending extinction

Words spat out from the prophet's mouth

Always tasted so dire, now taste so familiar

Heavy clouds went grey and down

Crushing lungs with acid air

This isn't home!

This is the civilization's grave

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Wean off being 'human' with every single breath

We perish in a concrete gas chamber

Inhaling the self-prepared

Inhaling the self-prepared fate!

Black visions went real,

Black visions went real, (more real)

Black visions went real, (more real) than we'd thought

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Life - death's hybrids slouching around

Prosopagnosia Everywhere same blurry faces