Eyes closed
A tale from life
A strain of death

Path of crooked fables
Preachers of discord act
In promises of the coming comfort

Preachers of discord suffer
In the name of the merciless void

Extreme beauty in the nuances of emptiness
We are all doomed
Through the verve of time, we disappear
For the sake of chaos, we vanish
Scratching the vast cosmic dust
Our aesthetic ancestor

Reflections of vital turpitude
In the tiny sense created
Our uncertain achievements emanate
And embrace our cadaveric immensity
Breathing through the remains of time
Travel through the dirty beyond
Without meaning or kindness
In the tiny sense created
In tears, we die

In tears, we die

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