In four-hundred years my empire will collapse into the sea
nary a single witness to the supposed tragedy
only Leviathan watches on with all knowing glee

we are the walls, the roof, windows and doors
A shelter, trust as its foundation, its fatal flaw
I am drowned, spent… please god no more

I have been the klaxon knell that signified the end
I have freed them all from the pretend
A shattered illusion, the destruction of a friend

The hollowing of a soul, a ritual sacrifice to manifest the truth
to the end of all ends

Now all that is left is to forge ahead and amend

But this is only the start
I am not the only player and I have made my move

Things suck... but this was always to be the outcome I suppose. Silver lining I'm still here. The world hasn't ended.