| Omens of obliteration speak to us
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| Yet here we stand endowed, with the insidious belief
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| Of further existence, beyond the cosmic void
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| For withdrawal has subjugated us
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| Through the discipline of a long-dead culture
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| And the collective madness, of denying inevitable change
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| Corpses fall like burnt leaves
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| Yet it’s good I haven’t known, beyond the boon
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| That sheds a glimpse of divine indifference
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| Sentient beings proved to be a dysfunctional singularity
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| In the quantum evolution
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| Grasping reality through the illusions
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| Left behind by social engineering
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| The world is a savage garden where things are born and die
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| Where suffering, is irrelevant to the endless dispute
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| Between cycles of death and creation
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| The overarching connections between elements
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| Is nothing but deception of a superior purpose
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| That bonds us to fluids and flesh |