| (isolation is complete
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| diseases on our skin
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| reflect us upon the earth
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| the light is dim and the air is dead
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| through delirium i realized why!)
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| now i draw the line
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| to resign from the world of mine
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| begin from being no one
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| rise higher and higher to hit the ground
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| see divided earth as reflections:
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| debris of mankind under desperation
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| rise higher and higher to hit the ground
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| bid farewell to the casket vultures
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| maggots our only friends… from now on
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| a magnet-like deadend trap
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| awaits us all in the end
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| and it is so…
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| futile — in the end, fragile -in the end
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| precious -in the end, vicious -in the end
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| our shelter is the emptiness
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| the stretched void for all
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| dying arrangements demand
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| bittersweet caress after all
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| nihilistic — perfection — nihilistic
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| transfixion for the butterflies of joy
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| the truth unfolds: to the end with nothing…
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| like thy insects in envenomed rapture
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| they reach for the warmth, light and the beauty
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| wings burnt, pin-transfixed and lifeforce wither’d
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| bid welcome new airless home in a box
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| maggots our only companion from now on
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| sinews relaxed you know this can’t go on forever
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| it awaits us all in the end |