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Existence is my crime

Abound to land in time

With no goals to comprehend

Arrived upon the scene

No gods to intervene

And no being left in time

Out of nothingness I'm born

I'm obvious and forlorn

Just a being out of time

A distorted nursery crime

Our brains are left in vats

The labyrinth and the rats

With no world to comprehend

Perversions of the soul

Theodicies unfold

But your mind has met its end

And their bodies go to waste

Decomposing in bad taste

In a Labyrinth of wine

I'm avoiding space and time