Gods descend as the martyr's weep
A sustained territory where the children heap
A lost soul is stumble upon blade by blade
To reach the ancient altars of decay. Sacrificing an infant, hope us the rarity
A fictional prophet grants prosperity
Evasion from the truth, still weak minded fools
A treaty of peace but they will conquer and rule
Cluttered in a singular space
Tempted to recreate humanity in this dystopian form of life
Fathomless to all hope
Eventually spotted by a wretched creatures sight
Humans life is nearly endangered
Close to d**h, contemplating what faith they would prefer
The final act was already plotted to liquidate the amba**adors
The wretched pounce from the upper atmosphere
Bashing their walls, an altar is no more. you have been obscured, soon
The smell of putrefaction leads the ungodly forces
Unto you...no kneel before your masters
Fate is truly a virtue when your life became outsourced
Brainwashing your mind. Induced transcendence is only time
You are programmed to k**, thrive, and steal
That's in your will. Your gut tells you
What you see, live or breathe
That greed shall be the key to the
Creation of the most questionable
Where do humans commence
when retunding our humanity recreational