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Death has no mother nor father,

it is obscure omnipresence,

without true shape or form,

yet, always there to remind us of what awaits...

In Death...

In Death - lies true solitude,

In Death - lies nothingness.

Beautiful silence, a sweet poison,

Herald of my own demise.

Come forth, ye deathless ones

break the chains of suffering,

once and forever more...

Nightmares filled with passion.

Ashes in my mouth and wounds.

The creatures of Night captured,

brought back to my world.

As I die, whole world dies!

it burns, it crumbles,

from ashes to dust, and so in circles,

to the cobwebs of non-existance.

Death awaits...