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The wretched foreman

Sent us deeper than we’d known

Gluttonous, emerald eyes

Upon fool’s gold and stone

There’s naught to be found here

In these accursed depths

Tremors, prelude this tomb’s last breath

Darkness eternal

Allowance to die

A lifetime spent as a slave

To a faith undermined

Will I find freedom, in suicide?

Wasted on god

Maddening thoughts unclear

Inhumane and cruel

I was blind

To the truth of our existence

What is the point?

I’m trapped either way

Why must I refuse my nature

Finding escape from this crypt

Forced to contort my body

Break my bones, split my flesh

Bleed through planetary arteries

Great holes are digged

Where Earth’s pores ought to suffice

And things have learnt to walk

That ought to crawl-

-Oh the void it calls me

Detached from the world

Become unburdened

Why must I climb?

We all suffer the same

Searching for meaning is futile

Towers of bones

Build cathedrals of gore

Holy scriptures in blood

Apathetic to more

Embracing absurdity

In Abyssal Uncertainty

Dark of aeons begins

Cadaverous rituals

Deep within

Can’t trust my sight

The thoughts it betrays

My senses return

And I’m left with

Pain

Starving vessel, hollow within

Heartless bastard, won’t let me live

Without meaning, purpose prescribed

Suffer, struggle, yearn all your life

This discrepancy born from the heart,

Sent from the mind, received by the stars

Its answer, is silent

Its truth, incomplete

Towers of bones

Build cathedrals of gore

Holy scriptures in blood

Apathetic to more

Embracing absurdity

In Abyssal Uncertainty

Searching

Endlessly while life awaits

Crawl