Wretched Sons

Know this wretched sons of man
 Born in the time of everlasting fire
 Your holy father a billion years gone
 Unaware of your punitive existence
 Unconcerned with your dismal fate
 Incapable of answering your feeble prayers
 Black priests of inevitable doom
 The harbingers of inescapable ruin
 Pathetic faith in miserable gods
 Reveals the spirit of these wretched men
 The myth of destiny perished
 With self determination
 No afterlife no world without end
 There is no good news for men
 Behold the grand finality
 Of all the common man holds so dear
 Not just yourselves but your legacy of progress
 Aghast at the truth of death
 You'll surrender
 Lay down your weapons
 And submit to the black
 The spirit of man
 Is already dead