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Existence is my crime
Abound to land in time
With no goals to comprehend

Arrived upon the scene
No gods to intervene
And no being left in time

Out of nothingness I'm born
I'm obvious and forlorn
Just a being out of time
A distorted nursery crime

Our brains are left in vats
The labyrinth and the rats
With no world to comprehend

Perversions of the soul
Theodicies unfold
But your mind has met its end

And their bodies go to waste
Decomposing in bad taste
In a Labyrinth of wine
I'm avoiding space and time

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