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The blessing of a blank soul

With nothing left to live for

No promise of transcendence

These bones, our own true essence

The search for one's life meaning

Indoctrinated being

No certainty or righteousness

Looks different than blindness

Post mortem nihil est

There is no second chance

No saviour to be found

And no wheel will turn... Around

We live - and then we die

So long - for your third eye

In absence - of all answers

The self surrenders

I feel empty

I see the void

I feel nothing

I am that void

Come forth warden of rebels

Apostate of believing

Denial of the dead mind

The shadow of a dying kind

We live - and then we die

So long - for your third eye

In absence - of all answers

The self surrenders