There is no freedom,
No truth,
No way out
But negation.

Your dreams, hopes, wants, joys,
And life are ethereal.
Fragile and fading.

All hail,
The risen and fallen gods.
Rising they screamed,
Falling they whisper.

Everything you have gained,
Everything you have said,
And done
And will do:
Will be but inaudible
Whispers to this universe.

The only pleasurable fact of
Existence is knowing that everything
Shall suffer an end.

So.
All hail,
The risen and fallen gods.
Rising they screamed,
Falling they whisper.

Behold the toppled plethora
Awaiting the age of the Nihil.
My god is nothing,
Because I am god of no-thing.

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