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The void bids me welcome

I gaze down the depth of the abyss

Choked by threads of human flesh

And drenched in blood from the altar of slaughter

Am I about to fall

Or throw myself deliberately therein

In command of the imminent death

The conflict mirrors sheer tortures of the damned

Devoid of God

Man is condemned to be free

A vulgar display of the absurd

A futile hunt for clarity

In which my breath is confined

And my hands are tied

So I suffocate

In deep frustration

I offered my soul

A two-part drama did unfold

A time to bring forth and a time to die

But mostly to die

And my breath is confined

And my hands are tied

So I suffocate

For nothing is gained

Under the sun

Vanity of vanities

All is vanity

Omnia vanitas