Behold the image of your termination. A life squandered. Years wasted, frivolous. Barely a grain of sand, in the desert of time. Desolate. Nothing. Only words. Rotting. Decay. Insane. Useless. Unknown. Unstructured. We will be forgotten. We will be left behind. There is no history. There is no real future. We are the end of time. We are the death of gods. There is no real purpose. There is no real meaning.
Universe incarnate, code of generations. Rewritten to follow unknown paths of the mind. Resist the herd.
Love the process. Suffer in strength. Endure the pain. Do not submit. Fear is your death.