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Mortality holds no legacy.
A cold harbor indeed my love
For this is the last I shall ever see
This destitude of reality has come
All the morales we stand by mean nothing
When looking in the face of the void
For this grotesque show of hate that we call life
Is but a mere malevolent joke
Pointless in our endeavor to make sense of it
It strikes suddenly and without mercy
All our lives we try to make a legacy
A name for ourselves
But the same family that is supposed to remeber us
Is the same who forgets us and gives proof that
Life is meaningless with the prospect of
Death hanging over our heads
Our lives end up construed as an obscene pestilence
So I must say love
It is time to enter this cold harbor of death
I am happy as I descend
Into this hell of my own creation
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