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The Unholy Soul Futilely Seeks Meaning Amidst the Ruins of Existence

In a State of Eternal Rebellion Against Absurd Existence

All Values Shatter Against the Harsh Wall of Reality

We, the Cursed Bearers of the Cosmic Chasm

Where Silence and Horror Become Our Sole Companions

We Feel the Enduring Presence of Decay

The Fading Light That is Our Very Essence

Spawned From the Cursed Womb

Our Quest is an Endless Struggle with Our Own Shadow

Is All This Worthy of Mercy?

Each Breath Reminds Us of the Futility of All Worldly Pursuits

Our Path is One of Continuous Destruction

We Stand on the Edge of the Abyss, Gazing Into the Void

In This Silence, We Expose Our True Nature

Broken and Shattered, Yet Continuing Forward

We Condemn Ourselves to Eternal Afflictions

Accepting It as the Only Possible Reality

We Are the Children of Chaos

Spawned From the Cursed Womb

Laying Bare Our Soul Before the Merciless Gaze of the Absolute

In This Act, We Become Something More than Mere Humans

A Nonexistent Testament to the Indomitability of Being