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In Solitas The State Of Mankind

I wanted naught more than to offer her my essence She asked for an ode to our last tidings An effigy to behold as our wings grasped the sky They were

Why does the father exploit his daughter? Why does the master mold hearts of plaster? Why does the leader bite the hand that feeds her? The state of mankind

This is my lament For the amount to which I miss the Earth The ground held so much familiarity But black clouds have left me severed My wings of wax