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Father… From ash and iron From blood and empire Receive… my tribute. Cities of glass reflect our disease Gold-veined towers built on the knees Children of smoke with crowns of bone We forged our god in the self alone We named it progress We named it fate But every monument whispered: Hate. The bells toll backwards through the sky History screams but we deny A million prayers in static drowned No mercy in the circuits found For a voice like thunder, Father, hear me cry Let it split the firmament, let the old world die Take this burning century, the shame, the blight Receive my tribute lightning strike If we are dust then judge our fire Break the throne of our desire From the ruin let truth be shown Or bury us beneath Your stone Data prophets preaching war Children traded, flesh for score Borders drawn with butcher wire Saints baptized in oil and fire Genocide by quiet decree Smiling screens erase the plea Every mirror screams “it’s me” Narcissistic deity Hate. Breed. Consume. Repeat. Humanity devours its own heartbeat. I saw the nations clothed in flame Their banners torn, their tongues the same No angels came — no stars remained Only the thunder spoke Your name. Hear the choirs of satellites Orbiting our endless nights If judgment falls, let it be true Not for glory but for You For a voice like thunder, Father, tear the sky Let the guilty tremble where their empires lie Take our pride, our poisoned breath Receive my tribute gift us death Or cleanse the soil with holy rain Break the algorithm of our pain From the ashes let us atone Or cast us from Your throne THIS IS THE WORLD WE MADE NOW WATCH IT DROWN. Father receive Father receive Father receive my tribute When the thunder fades to grey And monuments decay If a single heart still beats Let it learn another way Father… Receive… My tribute…