Falling through the cracks of a dead society of fools
The tired warrior sheathes his sword
The time for bloodshed has expired
Yet the human condition remains a parasite to its host

This vile creature screams in agony
Hate flows through the mans restless soul
Consuming itself from the inside
All that will remain are brittle bones

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