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We are not living better. We only die slower. Death is on our side while we count the empty hours. We waste away. We always will be foreign to ourselves; shivering before the abyss all alone. Sometimes the rain from above the silent sky reaches out and falls within, and the echoes of the past are crossing the stormy way of doom and whisper of honor and pride. Outside the past, created poverty and introduced sins unleashed hell and broken harmony, social disease and mental silence. A creation of minds insane. Sinful virtual life. No virtues to be found in the absence of truth, honor and glory. Paranoia is the game and their prayers are insane. Bleed forever divine creation! Between me and my dying dreams I wither away. My existence slowly fades. I die to hide. Feels like suicide – an absurd feeling that required my death. When will I decide for the last time?

It’s so hard to be strong.

Sincere wishes from a Silent Space

　

Everything comes from nothing

Everything becomes nothing

As I inhale

And exhale

Underneath cloudy skies

Above night skies

Reborn genesis denied

Crowned with thorns

Until the moment

The earth is without form and void

Sincere wishes from a Silent Space