Children of Saturn

We shed no tears and see no light

We feel his claws, his ire and fright

For in his eyes we're all the same

Another spawn, his crown to claim

Tightly woven in Fates' grand mesh

Thus Father time devours our flesh

From limb to limb or even whole

We meet our warm forever home

So let your guts, your rigid bowels

Serve as our graves and birthing towels

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