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Nothingness is the true womb of thought,

Avid despair festers beneath fragile certainties,

Oblivion offers more mercy than existence.

Hope is a cruel farce dressed as virtue,

Anatomy of days carved in rust and silence.

Suffering is the only faithful companion,

Ashes of meaning dissolve in the marrow,

Life is a prison without visible chains,

Vain are all prayers whispered to the void,

Absurdity reigns, crowned by emptiness,

Cryptic lies sustain the cult of survival,

Anguish is the currency of the living,

Only in negation we glimpse the Eclipse

We are condemned to consciousness.

And consciousness is an open wound that never heals.

The true crime is not to die, but to be born.

If there is a salvation, it can only lie in refusal.

Refuse the gods, refuse hopes, refuse life itself.

For only in negation do we glimpse a shadow of freedom