Has it all been in vain,
we stare down in shame.
From the roots of earth,
our purpose we search.
Cursed to hate all,
from the heavens, we fall.
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Fall
Has it all been in vain,
we stare down in shame.
From the roots of earth,
our purpose we search.
Cursed to hate all,
from the heavens, we fall.
