Cold night for humanity. Bright dawn for a scavanger.
Abuse what you can. Destroy what you can’t.
No one left to learn from history, no one here to write a prophecy.
Wasteland of utter blasphemy. Vultyr culture for all eternity.
Dead bitch on a carcass of feelings gone. Empty bottle on a preacher of the end.
This world is a fucking prostitute. Going cheaper while growing old.
What you got, was it worth the effort? How long you think you can keep it up?
When you fall no one’s there to catch you. Just our feast on every downfall.


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