For orgasms and seclusion
Are the earth's benediction,
O' sad and grotesque nature,
May your hold meet nothing but failure.
Resurrection of resentment,
Renaissance through non-consent.
Far in the distance, a frail light glows
But weakens as time flows.
Hatred, like a confusion between the self and the other,
Peacefulness is doomed to smother.
Death and future collapse then merge,
And motionlessness becomes an urge.
Yearning for a total dissolution within the I,
As dissolves the last remaining tie.
After this climax of finally falling so low
Nothing will ever follow.

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