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Into DeathInto death,
Out of mind,
Gone from body,
All are blind.
Gone are we,
From the earth,
We are free,
No more mirth.
Upon our graves,
Are roses red,
To quell the fact,
That we are dead.
It is the inescapable dark of the night
And the end that all things must face.
As we came into being from nothing,
A consciousness formed from chaos
We shall return to nothing, and all be gone.
At the end our experience dies,
Like the rotting meat in the ground.
All our love and hate and fear.
It is but a farce. We are insignificant.
The universe passes us by with indifference.
We hold ourselves above the skies,
Believing ourselves immortal, as gods of myth.
Truth is much harder to swallow.
All action is inconsequential. Evil and good,
both are to be swallowed by the sands of time.
Reality is an illusion, so it's said.
It protects us from the nothingness.
The mind that sees is truly the mad one,
For in madness comes freedom.
Through freedom we can see that the end is all around.
Homebrewed NihilismOnce upon a time
There was a little lie
Its name was truth
And I believed it
But one day I realized
Truth was nothing but a name
And lie was all that really was
Well, some other day, on a rage
I killed truth
Because I couldn't stand the lie anymore
Now I weep
As I got no truth to follow
Nor a lie to believe
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