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A world on the verge

We used to fall
Down on our knees
Pray to God
Forsake us not our King

Now we cry out
With cursed fist raised
God is dead!
We're no more his slaves

A world on the verge
The cusp of collapse
Breathing our last
Dying gasp

God did not forsake us
We have forsaken him
Turned our backs
And let our soul light dim

We became our own masters
Now we'll reap what we've sown
I guess we thought
We'd be better on our own
Written by Kaden_Malis (Kaden Malis)
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Author's Note
Just my thoughts on where society seems to be headed without God.
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