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The creation has grown to swallow everything - Emptiness!

A lifelong scratching at the coffin lid - forfeited!

Can you believe in devastation? Solution!

There is not even hope in death - Damnation!

Death is just another state of decay, you know it.

Is there one thing left you cannot destroy? - Destination!

Nothing has killed itself. Nothing is dead. Creation is its own wound and we are its blood. Nothing has killed itself.

Nothing is dead. The world is the grave in which it decays.

The creation has grown to swallow everything - Desperation!

You do not have to stand above all things - Unattained!

For the eyes to witness divine purity, can you navigate through deafening sound? Infinity!

Harmonies that rest in tossing waters. The world is chaos and nothing is the god yet to be born.