Final Days

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Epileptic MC

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Final days beckoned
The time to be reckoned
Low light starts to gather
Clocks stop, time isn't measured
Final days beckoned
The time to be reckoned
Low light starts to gather
Clocks stop, time isn't measured
Final days numbered, fear of judgement
Witness the prey and the hunted
Beckoned but disregarded
Then trapped by lies they fronted
A haze of being blunted
Never was worth something
Frozen veins so cold hearted
Wisdom lost now just nothing
Eerie silence draws near
Empty places to now fear
Final days clock started
Ticking down, I can't steer
Away from the rocks under waves
Away from watery graves
Away from what I once started
Away from ashes and flames
Final days beckoned
The time to be reckoned
Low light starts to gather
Clocks stop, time isn't measured
Final days spent in this chamber
No deity to pray to, no saviour
There's so much to remember
The mind empty, no container
Of broken pieces or remainders
Old halls empty, sparks seen later
This terrible time, I see it in the embers
Discontent given for this data
Keep up with the pace or fall in empty spaces
Where you lose your mind, over the ages
You never could be any worthy contender
A symphony of chaos and mazes
Away from hidden traps so disguised
Away from trust and familial ties
Away from what I once started
Away from fires that rise
Final days beckoned
The time to be reckoned
Low light starts to gather
Clocks stop, time isn't measured
Final days have now approached
Courage dwindles, a lump in my throat
Not steadfast or with hope or courage
No options for escape no final boat
Taking survivors to safety
It's all really gone down hill lately
Since the end, it all began to plummet
That sense of fear increased greatly
I saw the end, I knew it from the beginning
Despite this, I signed up still grinning
A part of just forget caution, f*ck it
Now my minds in a haze spinning
Away from truth and salvation
Away from losing all sensation
Away from what I once started
Towards final days, and separation
Final days beckoned
The time to be reckoned
Low light starts to gather
Clocks stop, time isn't measured
Final days beckoned
The time to be reckoned
Low light starts to gather
Clocks stop, time isn't measured

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