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Kefka: Nihilism

In his hands the world bleeds
ashen, stars, through his fingers
Behold my power, Kefka says
and revel in hope’s destruction.

And only emptiness remains
The power of a god
to a world that means nothing.

In his hands the world bleeds
ashen, stars, through his fingers
Behold my power, Kefka says
and revel in hope’s destruction.

And only emptiness remains
The power of a god
to a world that means nothing.