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I have faced my time

With anger and scorn

My words fading in its hollowness

Leaving no print in human memory

I choose oblivion

Endless fall in a triumphant void

Sinking in the abyss

I abandon myself to the absurd

And drift away in disillusion

"There is no port, nowhere to go

Only the deepening black darkening still

Blacker upon the soundless, ungurgling flood

Darkness at one with darkness, up and down

And sideways utterly dark,

(...) so there is no direction any more"

D.H. Laurence, in The Ship of Death

See the signs of decline

Smell the decay of the masses

Millions with one face

Striding to a certain failure

A multitude

Feeding as beggars do

Spreading grotesque lies of equality

Until their rotten flesh

Be one with the worms again

Abhor - Drift - Fade

For the Void Triumphant