Endless maelstrom of dark fantasies
Come, disrupting all my mental peace.
Filling like a shot my void
With the thoughts of Unavoidable.

Seems that I’m still just a child
Of the generations gone
That the limits of my time
Shouldn’t pass like empty drone
Childhood is the merry prime
Take a chance if you were born.

I pretend lying in a grave
Maggots gnawing round my bones.
I imagine non-existence and the cold.
I imagine my inanimate remains
And these images are my tether.
It seems that all my life is preparation for this state
Which will last forever.

The childhood of the dead -
That’s the circumstance
And the life I drag
Is the consequence
Of my future death
Different sequences
Of the things I have,
Muttered sentences-
Should I burn in hell?
Hidden senses
Of the dreams dark red
Daring challenges,
Now or never steps.

It is like a time machine
Has just launched its paradox
Changes come with the cognition
Of my future endless Nox.
Remember
The Unavoidable!
In the land of immortals
Everything would be
Much less valuable.

All sepultures bear the engraving
Memento Mori
Squeeze the picture of your grave
During your time journey.
As the childhood is illusion of formation,
Death is still illusion of reincarnation.
Vanity, reality, regalia and glam.
Are you prepared for your main exam?

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