O' splendid Death, how I do long for Thee Please, carry me through embellished gates For the veracious reflection of my soul's mirror glisten bright in unconscious passion, the lust for eternal departure
For in my dreams, the heart's most beloved, I do breathe nevermore...
In the distress of life I demand the plagues from below to storm again, and so they swept through the world, yearning for liberty As I witnessed once in the mournful visions I now behold the grandiose gate to the vastly unknown
For this I do proclaim; to the grave I belong since all I perceive brings me anguish and doubt For which poem in the world could portray the woeful absurdity of inception's cause from nothingness to sordid matter?
We do not belong to this stillborn world, but to the endless void, the void of its grave...
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