| There’s no greater freedom than the one of eliminating ourselves
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| It instills into us a swelled force that makes us
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| Dominates the burden of life
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| And humiliates religions that see in it the absolute disobedience
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| This freedom is our only gate to the real salvation
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| The idea of killing ourselves is one of the most comforting
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| Act that God himself is unable to fulfill
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| It makes us triumph over the cosmic carrion
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| That can take anything but our own death
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| The worthlessness of life and its infinity of vacuity
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| Have been revealed in the course of my existence
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| Through reflections, meditations, and disillusions
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| Having forged my black heart now painfully beating
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| But awakened far too late, my instincts established and guides
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| From the innocence of childhood to the wounds of youth
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| Stunned by the findings of my reflections
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| I have postponed the time of my own annihilation
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| I can’t remember having loved life one day
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| But my hate towards the existence has grown stronger
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| Now that I’ve perceived the divine beyond death
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| And my self destruction has begun
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| As the only arbiter of my existence
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| I have honorably chosen the day of my demise
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| Like the ancient wise men I’ll take my life
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| Rather than accepting the agony of the natural laws |