Hollow and fated, existence obscures
The prefabricated illusion of will
There are no saviours, and death is ensured
Every thought instilled

Hope is fruitless and purpose is blind
Drawing veils over our eyes
Over nothing our choices preside
We are born and we die

Where the seas meet the skies
Between the trees and mountainsides
I may breathe, may resign
The stifling dream may subside
But clarity returns with time
All of this will fade from sight

Sentenced to serve, our futures await
Not that we deserve to deviate
Follow the herd, do not be afraid
The release of death unravels the way

Illusions of will, our thoughts are instilled
Existence obscures, death is ensured
With veils over our eyes, we are born and we die

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