The conflagration
Bidden forth from a dying sun
A brilliantly wreathed flame sweeping the heavens
An empyrean holocaust
How our glorious pillars will fall
With a rousing call to arms
The progeny bequeth their legacy
Oh how they vigilantly aubade their fate
Yet we see how quickly the craven will boast
As the meek are laid to waste
The maniacal's chains unbound
Their spirits abhorrent
The vultures lament
For their coveted empires, broken
Cobble scattered with ashes
And the doleful cries
The righteous have fallen
The conflagration bidden forth from a dying sun
A brilliantly wreathed flame sweeping the heavens
An empyrean holocaust
Never the same empires fall in decay
Reaped from the core of existence
Shattered to dust before the cosmos
Molecular fission combusts disintegrating
Exorbitant life forms void to entrapment
Molded to stellar magnetic paradigm
Into the null quantum vacuity
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