Look the other way, pretending its okay.
And all the while defending, ‘xactly
what they’ll say.
As time rolls in, end days begin, and man commits his mortal sin.
And weathers well, as truths shall tell, immortal soul’s within.
When days are done, thyne will be done, upon altered excess.
And in the end, when time begins, the altered excess wins.
Its days like these that we’ll have known, events unto the son.
And in day’s end, we will begin, to see what we have done.
Just look the other way, and pretend that its okay.
And all the while extending, their will as they invade.
Their blight strolls in on wings of sin, our days of end shall soon begin.
Ill-weathered hell, our truths shall fell, our mortal souls within.
In this day’s end, their time begins, the altered excess binge.
And to that end, the binge begins, while altered excess grins.
Its days like these, this bittered taste, that blister peace in rest.
And in day’s end, death will append, our mortal’s ailing test.
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