Ruination from Decrepit by Funeralium

Drifting into extinction
Drifting into total oblivion
Just a few years left to laugh
And death won’t come soon enough
The end will be more than just bitter
Global starvation and disease harsher
A slow moving apocalypse
Shoving billions of corpses into the mass-grave we built for ourselves

We have been digging our own grave for decades,
Industriously making things worse and worse

Beyond repair
Beyond hope
Beyond salvation
The earth shall swallow us and vomit us into the soils for the new era to come

Unwavering
Unswerving
Implacable doom
No time for gloom
It is so very soon
Rejoice and behold

We shall be the audience of the farewell show
Rejoice and behold « APRÈS MOI LE DÉLUGE»
Front-row seats for the inescapable collapse of mankind
Mass poverty, mass starvation, mass catastrophes

Mass migration, mass anarchy, mass graves
Are you on the good side of the fence?
Will you hold the gun or the shovel to dig your own grave?
Will you shoot the zombie-like refugees when it’s you or them?

We had been warned for decades but no one would listen.
Blinded in our little comforting cocoon,
No one took even half-measures, no one would consent to make small sacrifices.
We have always scheduled for tomorrow what should have been done yesterday,
Leaving this self created burden to the new generations to come

The time of full measures is coming, radical, desperate measures,
no choice left, and radical sacrifices are unavoidable.
But even so, will it suffice? OF COURSE NOT!!
So first let all the less fortunate ones be nothing but skin and bone.
Then, watch them painfully devour their own wastes with an inflated stomach and utterly livid eyes.
Let them finally become nothing but wastes in turn, blame them until their last breath and pretend that it was the only way

Beyond repair
Beyond rope
Beyond annihilation
The earth shall digest us and defecate us into the soils for the new era to come

Unwavering
Unswerving
Implacable doom
No time for gloom
It is so very soon
Rejoice and behold

Our bubble will burst so bad, grime and pus and gore.
And the end of your life will be one of complete misery.
No sacrifice will redeem you, it will be too late, absolutely too late.
And regrets will eat your soul before the rats do.

You’ll be remembered like the scum of the earth after your demise by all the new generations to be born. And curse you they shall.
Rest assured as your remains will be exhumed just like a bulky weed.
Your disgraceful existence will be just a bad memory.

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