| Every day, every step closer to death
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| I strive to annihilate any trace of humanity in me
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| To find the end of my existence
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| Without the morbid delusion of a meaning in life
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| Trying to find a meaning in this existence
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| You’ve obscured your inner spiritual light
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| Devoting yourselves to the flesh worship
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| Refusing the finiteness and the decrepitude of the body
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| Just caring about what’s superficial and perishable
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| You’ve moved away from the brilliant mystical path
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| Sinking into the depths of ephemeral pleasures
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| Instead of developing the absolute divine knowledge
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| But what will remain of this sanctuary of vice
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| Of this vile body on the blessed day of our death?
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| I can tell you. |
| A stinking putrefying carcass
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| A lifeless body as insignificant as wastes
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| I hate this sick and suffering body that withers day after day
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| Creature in decline that has been disposed by God
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| Prison for the spirit tamed by the weakest animal impulses
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| Insult to the greatness and limitlessness of the Universal One
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| Every human’s death is enjoyable
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| The seeing of this putrefied carrion comforts me
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| In the idea of the absolute nonsense of existence
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| And the need of releasing my spirit from this mortal shell |