Relativity to the end coincide with your filth recursive pain ill continuous patterns reunite by dawn the slain will rise with a triumphant breath. Life by life we fall to ends said will stall your last breath. The sands of our people lay at waste with the breath of our youth. No use a war on the inside. Broken down many times a wall within traitors contained deconstruction not only the sin that lay at wake. Breach of sorrow plague the lands. It is nothing compared to what is at hand aroused by my self pity a playground of desire hoards the will to live. Breath by breath life by life we all fall to ends said will stall your last breath. Still the pain plague us all, until will shall learn to contain or traitors, eliminate our sin. Until said ends we are fucked. We are slowly decaying our own. It is time you take credit for the plague you hath cast upon us. Relativity to the end coincide with your filth recursive pain ill continuous patterns reunite by dawn the slain will rise with a triumphant breath. The slain hath risen and the world shall end with one breath of the people, shattered sun will consume our selfish race. No more people no more pain, God hath shown us our sin in one final gust to erase the past.