Waking up in a claustrophobic incubus,
Confined in an entelechy deprived prison
Lost soul drifting endlessly in the Erebus
In eternal torpor, never to arisen.

Vanitas vanitatum et omnia vanitas...
No elusive meaning is ever to be found
Neither in any religious galimatias,
Nor above the slowly growing scientific mound

We were given the poisoned chalice of sentience,
But kept out of reach of the knowledge we beg for,
Like Tantalus, in everlasting sufferance,
We will never quench our anguishing thirst for lore.

Reality will never satisfy our mind's needs
We are evermore trapped in a frail shell that bleeds
Squalidly immured from within our erring clay
With just serotonin for the pain to allay
Self-injected chemical to confine the spirit
Until the body rejects it as mere vomit

I wish I could fly away, breaking these shackles
But only death will make this glass cage's walls crackles
Awaiting the final days, longing for a dirge,
Trapped in a flesh cocoon, expecting to emerge...

Transcending this decrepit earthly attachment,
Will never be more than utter delirament.
Doomed to experience mortals negative feelings,
Obsessed by our transient, wasteful belongings,
Ephemeral creatures, blind to our future,
And in present time victims of our past's torture,
Lost amidst a crowd of judgemental strangers
Caring about the body while the mind festers

Dried are the tears of senselessness acceptance...
The cynicism is growing along senescence,
Realistic vision of a nonexistent beyond,
Where any hopes of an hereafter are fond...

Weaknesses embodied in carnal imperfection,
Abstruse, loathly, repelling carcass we are in,
Organic hindrance from the cradle to the coffin,
Vehicle of a mind beaten into submission.

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