| Levitate my fellow brethren, retract from oblivion
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| Search for the light (truth) into darkness… Carpe Vitam
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| Live through dying, separate thy selves
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| From the mundane throes existence bears
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| Follow me in the cave
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| Where flesh and conventions are slowly withering…
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| In a melting pot of human needs
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| An amorphous mass of flesh, bones and feelings
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| Veritas est adaequatio rei et intellectus
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| Chapter II: The Defeat of Man
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| Desert funeral for the credulous
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| Alas, your faith appears to dry out
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| Abruptly falling into the trench of your death
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| in blindness!
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| «Thou… conscience, holy terror and necessity
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| Shall possess the son of faustus
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| and will oppress him for as long as he lives.»
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| Existing without living…
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| Existential cancer, ontological oblivion
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| Absorbed by goals and petty aspirations
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| Inside the brown fog of a winter dawn
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| Armies of rolling coffins marching
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| Under the pale rays of the sun
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| In a wasteland
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| Death is reaping the living as they’re laughing… |