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Virgin traveller

Of your death - in your room

All is gloom, all is quiet

In your bed, there you swing

But you don't see - that your chamber

As become smaller, considerably smaller

Dread pul and macabre

tale of ephemeral rest

A life without a meaning

A mind without transcendence dies

All your thoughts rot

Reality invades you

You assumed your death in your dreams

And when the dawn did not appear

You blasphemed and denied

Your fate, your death

You lived blind and when you opened your ears

You woke in your tomb, scream in your cell drowned with your tears

Scolopendras play with your skin, snuff the stink

Maggots and grubs will enter your box

It's so easy for them

Why is a shadow

More faithful than a friend

And a dream realer and life?

Purify

Your human waste

Smell the wood

It's still fresh

Purgatory between death and life

You woke up to suffer in pain

Dream, death and life

Among then you gasp for breath