no small bursts and no signs of emotion echo through civilization’s Holocaust like slaves we are escaping from lingering death masquerading as life bitterly longing for true love and some sort of existence times of wilderness lead by masters and their gods where authority is given to lackeys and from their tongues we inhale their words like opium hell is here as we breathe from a world covered in pure nihilistic bitterness
this our past this is our now this is our future this is the end
we were the beginning of nothing and the fears and the envisions they come true like in a novel of humanity where humanity no longer exists hell is here as we breathe from a world covered in pure nihilistic bitterness
this our past this is our now this is our future this is the end