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Guillotined at the presence of mice and men, a sacrifice to the gods.
For none is as holy and benevolent as i am believed to be.
Was there ever a way out? is there ever an escape.
Reality will soon find you, a reality of false pretense and lies.

Truth be those who see what doesn't exist to be a personal reality.
Has the definitions switched? where heaven is hell and death is life?
Reborn i watched over your world a specter spectating the struggles of man.
A crashing wave of deliverance misses my feet and i stand, apart, from the world that is drowned.

Dreams and visions of a force nonexistent, the unrelenting paranoia.
To think i was proud to call myself one of them, grinning to feel alive.
With years to come who knows what man can create closer to extinction.
A dark age upon a world made of light to be doomed and cast aside.

Its time to move on and leave this race behind to where none can be sure.
Forever floating through a black emptiness to seek something more.
A never ending existence in a never ending reality that despair reigns king.
Eons upon ages will pass and the all will end only to repeat a sickening cycle.