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I'm growing weary

Of suffering

Mind will decay

What was once full

And gleaming alive

It withers slowly

Living for what

What lies beyond

Spiralling down

Nothing lies beyond

Nothing will await you

Only darkness there

Dust created immeasurable time

Coming full circle

Dust begets dust

Our selfish obsessive train of thought

Can we really be the centre

Of the universe

I'm growing wear

Of feeling pain

A force I comprehend

Yet knowledge escapes

How can this be

Being of coincidence

Conceived of dust

Power holds no ground

Knowledge leads only to death

To fade away

To become what we all were

Our selfish obsessive train of thought

Can we really be the centre

Of the universe

Meaningless

You're made of fucking dust

Your life is meaningless

Our lives are meaningless

All life is meaningless