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(1)

Is there something beyond this point?

Is there someone I missed to pray to?

Why they live and why do I die?

Why am I punished for a deed I’ve not done?

Can we hear the sound of light?

Passing through the mirror’s infinity?

Life is something we can’t abide

Dying is time’s mockery

(2)

I haven’t felt any pity for the dying

Why does no one shed a tear for me?

Nothing’s more senseless than praying

It won’t endow you any time to be

It’s the clock hand and the beat of nature

That is tearing me away from here

I won’t see any sense in dying

When all around me is well and clear