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The grip of seldom ones wore being

As their lifelong grief urge them into the killings…

Compress the jaws of sight that blither false emotions;

Consolidate the inner sledging to obscenity;

Fall knelt and let the grass intrude into the flesh;

Lie down and let voracious worms to feast your guts.

I am erasing the relativity of being,

Seemingly dispatching the gore flow;

My death no wonder is interplay of thoughts;

My struggle is the synthesis of my imagination.

Unleashing the blackness,

Getting back to zero,

Summing up the distance,

I’m passing through extremum…

Simplistic quantization through deliberation,

Of eternal chaos I repudiate the space;

The flesh is torn apart and forever is inclined to immortality,

A coffin is the empty space, the Hearse is the abstraction.

When the corrosive stain and the voracious worms

Are no more lines of the subterranean stale air;

The aftermath renewal will be obvolute in time,

Cricotomy with scorched air,

Transection of internal boundaries;

Intermutation through billion pieces of cosmos,

My burial is through the density of time,

I lie in wait until the stained god’s void,

Until I’m spread to pieces far,

Until my hearse become the universe…

Until my hearse become infinite…

Until my hearse become immortal…