Venus

Oh what a sight this is
all the wile and empty creatures
the filth that inherit the land
believing anything with an ounce of hope
because they can't stand the fact that death may be an end

and neither can i, but i will die

one day the skies will burn away
the sun will wither with time
we all wither away with time
and our memories are nothing but mere
grains of sand that we forget

oh we forget, everything

the violent will inherit the ends
the faithful will live to die by their faith
and i, i will linger, until i find meaning
in myself, i can't let you win this battle
and the war i've created, is far from over

one day the skies will burn away
and we all wither with time
the skies will burn with the souls of a hive

remember the difference