all our gods have fled retreated to the skies from there they watch us fall beneath unyielding scythe a cold and callous blade indifference swathed in blood ageless unafraid as fools our end has come ignoring signs we believed that we were blameless then the harm could not be undone we hang ourselves from any rope put here to save us and seal our fate together to die as one across the breadth of our existence a single moment to be snuffed out shared blood that flows sins unrepented no inclination to see the sword that s crashing down last burning breath filled with death and desire our boundless pride becomes a funeral pyre the end remains the only god we can t deny all still believing the lie of survival