Bathed in the light of borrowed life
We cling to hope in a hopeless time
The voices of the non-existent
Will echo through the infinite
The voyager came in the gift of famine
In the guise of an offering
A millennia will pass and only sand will remain
This world will crumble in ignominy
Looked down upon in disdain from the heavens
We are no longer instruments of their will
In the end even the gods will abandon us
Time is the decrepit mistress drenched in regret
The dead stars don't speak of a foreseeable future
We leave nothing but a carrion mess
Ailing forward at the gates, we find we have been denied
In the end even death will reject us

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