| Immortality is granted
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| Morbidities exist within strange airs of nothingness
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| Oblivion unshackles the spirit granting absolution from the nightmare we dream
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| Release the ethereal essence within
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| Crack the mortal vessel
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| Pouring out its limitless abstraction
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| That it may voyage back into the darkness
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| Give rest to this irrelevance
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| A meaningless existence
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| A disharmonious void swirling within a mirthless ocean of bleak infinity
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| Let the beyond mock this terrestrial grain of dust floating in the unfathomed
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| abyss of star-strewn space
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| All this to say
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| Love the dead
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| And hate the living
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| Hate the living
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| And its tales of irrelevance
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| For life is a hideous thing
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| And from it spawns dark morbidities
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| Hate the living
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| Return back to the unknown
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| A dark realm of nil
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| Where death shall be fulfilled
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| Hate the living
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| And exist demoniacally
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| Absolve the spirit back into the darkness
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| We drift on a chartless, resistless sea until we reach the placid island of
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| ignorance that we call death
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| In the midst of futility, for this life was simply not meant to be
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| All this to say
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| Hate the living
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| A slit to the throat reveals a seething cloud-background
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| Hinting the vague beyond of the untrodden austral world of the departed
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| Hate the living
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| And its tales of irrelevance
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| For life is a hideous thing
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| And from it spawns dark morbidities
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| Hate the living
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| Return back to the unknown
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| A dark realm of nil
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| Where death shall be fulfilled |