For neither do men

Live nor die in vein

Let their terror be made to come true

Omnicidal erasure of all whom we view

Poetic and pathetic

Witness the endemic

Unsympathetic

How hard they plea

Wont define the loss of limb and love

Mistake no need to double take

As the seas bake

They'll feel the earth quake

Burn

They'll be fed to the god damn scourge

Things die

It's what they do on every world in every galaxy

Crying over it is spitting into the wind

Death is natural

There comes a time in the history of all civilizations

Worlds great and small when something

Some event

Some disease

Some war

Tips the balance of things

Deceive, or disbelieve

Species of disease

Play deaths game to be left a number with no name

Hollow eyes meet a look of pure disdain

Salt the earth as we watch the life begin to drain

The riverbed turned to red for all humanity

Suffer to the end

While we walk on the dead

At the end of time

Mercy is pleaded

Cracks of broken spines

Cried from the weeded

For neither do men

Live nor die in vein

Let their terror come over you

Theocentric rhetoric was all they could spew

Where nothing new will grow

What remains on top hollow

And as history ends

To unmarked graves forcefully lead

Skin will shed

As you cry for the embrace of death