I see the sunrise, eyes washed in pain
I am the Flood, the daughter of Cain
Nothing breathes air that shall remain...
But my destiny.
They know I ‘m the kitten of the black amen
They know they are smitten, those sons of men
And yet they embrace the Armageddon
Within me.
I am the Omega, the final reprise
The whore who makes man fall to knees
The salt within the summer-breeze,
The darkest poetry
I know my destiny was born before,
I know mankind worships the whore,
I know that it’s been told before
And that, that truth is me.
This is my call, this is my face,
In fact this is the human race.
This is the last of love’s embrace
Before I am set free.
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