| The highest fulfillment of man
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| Is to become food for the crawling things
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| That burrow and slither in human flesh
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| Unceasing in mindless hunger
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| Remorseless undefiled by reason
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| The worms of the tomb they are pure
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| Their purity elevates them
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| Above the putrefying pride of our race
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| The destiny of man is
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| Merely to be
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| The nourishment of the worm
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| Yet their excrement bestows higher wisdom
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| From decay arises new life
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| Fill myself with that which rots
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| And I shall be reborn
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| By writhing upon my belly like a mindless worm
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| I shall rise up in awareness of truth
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| I gnaw upon my own decaying flesh
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| And my mind is forever purged
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| Of the corruption of faith
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| Believe in nothingness
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| There is no purpose in birth
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| No blessedness after death
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| Only oblivion
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| Eat of the dead
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| For I am like as one who is already dead
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| Eat of the dead
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| Lest I be consumed by the emptiness
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| Annf feth
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| Tema fentu
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| Eat of the dead |