The advent of our lives. The source laid in the distant past. Diseases used up our bodies. The death comes to each of us. The ruin of our origin is already close, And only dusk will leave a trace, The trace of our existence.
All values and laws will fall. The problem is contained inside of us. We’ve been sick from an incurable disease for long. We destroy our own origin.
I have escaped I cannot hold the diseases inside of me