The Unholy Soul Futilely Seeks Meaning Amidst the Ruins of Existence
In a State of Eternal Rebellion Against Absurd Existence
All Values Shatter Against the Harsh Wall of Reality

We, the Cursed Bearers of the Cosmic Chasm
Where Silence and Horror Become Our Sole Companions
We Feel the Enduring Presence of Decay
The Fading Light That is Our Very Essence

Spawned From the Cursed Womb

Our Quest is an Endless Struggle with Our Own Shadow
Is All This Worthy of Mercy?
Each Breath Reminds Us of the Futility of All Worldly Pursuits
Our Path is One of Continuous Destruction

We Stand on the Edge of the Abyss, Gazing Into the Void
In This Silence, We Expose Our True Nature
Broken and Shattered, Yet Continuing Forward
We Condemn Ourselves to Eternal Afflictions
Accepting It as the Only Possible Reality

We Are the Children of Chaos
Spawned From the Cursed Womb

Laying Bare Our Soul Before the Merciless Gaze of the Absolute
In This Act, We Become Something More than Mere Humans
A Nonexistent Testament to the Indomitability of Being

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