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For all my brethren
All I have is cold steel
I seek no communion
They have nothing for me

All that I desire is absolute isolation

My muscles twitch nervously
In the presence of their young
Insatiable blistering hatred
My gut churns with disgust

I seek shelter in these mountains
Alas I am cursed
I cannot escape

My body is broken and tired
The life of it fighting to evade

I offer blood - mine and naught
To sow the seeds of a new age

I take great pleasure in my death
But my purpose is not yet fulfilled

So that in the vastness of the void
Only the cries of a dying god will be heard

The unstoppable engine of time
The shapeless antagonist of life
A monument to the futility of purpose
God mocks us at every tick of the clock