Anhedonic nihilistic
requiem atrocious
such a fate reserved for these
the dismal borne
precocious
I shine a light
Still lives the blight
but I must carry on
and that's my song
And what I hurl at the empyrean
Well in the Axis' name
maybe I must by rights
mount a stouter offense
to the fading of all lights
find me in a quiet place
a lonely place away
I'll feed 15 billion there
afer I preach all day
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