From nothing to a spark The futures seed is planted Yet youre rotting from within A disease of desire and greed Created so pure, infected with filth The fiber of purity burns no more Strains of immeasurable failure The few who stain our failed integrity The precipice of existence Open your eyes to the force of origin Darkness bringing forth light And the light brings shadows Their minds are naive, but their souls are corrupt You had potential, you had purpose Now you have nothing but a mouth of ashes This fucking world is eating you alive
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