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In nihil, in a continuum of incoherence

Echoes of estrangement

In miserable tombs, this crippling terror

Neo reaction, a ceaseless summoning of speculative horror

Erroneously we wept for centuries past

Basking in the fires of hell on earth

In torment we await

Cries now heard in embarrassing light

A groan of sickness

To isolate and decimate

The epiphanic fallacy of autonomy

A sticky filth that drips from man

Pinning him to the depths

He is nothing to the world

And lesser to the cosmos

The fanged noumena

The lurker at the threshold

And in astounding light

He cowers in the shadows of that incomprehensible tomb

Such ethereal sorrow, quivering beneath seven unforgiving moons

An empty shell to feed the fanged noumena