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False rotten gods in graves without names.

Lost in our own ignorance, exposed to the very chaos of existence.

The spiritual emptiness of existing, the weight of the world falls on us.

We are vague energy that corrupts the universe itself.

A pet caught in meat as a support.

Life is an instant in the cosmos, smoke of momentary disappearance.

Tombs full of rotten bones, worms eating our flesh.

False gods, false gods everywhere.

Under a false light of fear.

We fall into daily ignorance. Empty with no more achievements than living.

Our spirit already corrupted by the demands of the modern world,

Caught in the trash we generate daily.

Idols everywhere blinding us, corrupting us, killing us.

What more remains than the emptiness of being. We exist to exist.

Lost in a world we don't understand yet.

Living alone is a sigh of time itself.