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Am I - death is not

Is Death - I am not

Destructive

Our mistakes

Understand and overcome

Or taboo and displace

In the last hour you'll see

The choice is yours

Sprawled between the womb and the grave

Both moments preposterous and without meaning

Only these two points, as a clamp

To fill any sense and purpose

Thus the sense of being, mutates to time

But time itself gives me no sense

Everyone will get to know the abyss

And everyone has to overcome it

Pain is not perpetuated in the flesh

But provokes doubts and unfounded fears

Am I - death is not

Is Death - I am not

Understand and overcome

Or taboo and displace

In the last hour you'll see

The choice is yours

The world, as we feel and experience it

Is created by us and breathes through us

Fears, create anger. Anger creates hatred

All evil, rises through us

Malice scares and lets you create your own hell

Just because you give back what you reap

What you reap

The art of dying is

Equated with the art

Of living because

Time is short and

Death is a thief

The cycle of your life

In which you exist

Is an emptiness that

Dissolves in death

What you nave created

Dissolves in death

Ignorance towards the end

Darkens the future

Displacement of fate

Denies life

And with it rose Satan