Those who survive
Envy the dead,
Those who remain
wish it was them.
Earth dies screamingly,
relieved of all life.
Fatal wound the end is nigh
Now Like a thousand times
You bet your life
Against the final cry
For a mercy killing
What was warned
is here today
The threat to our children
it’s us who will pay.
rotting flesh
were bodies lay
A chorus of screams
for every mass grave
like a thousand times
You bet you life
Against the final cry
For a mercy killing
Those who remain envy the dead
mercy killing.
Those who remain they beg
Mercy killing
Future spawned within this realm with only one thing the taste for blood.
Utopian dreams and sold as a lie
there is only one truth that everything dies
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