The tides fall
The moon dims
The echoes call
Singing your destiny
As the entropy
Is laid out before you
There is nothing left
And no reason
To still exist
No more history
No more legacies
You are a blank slate
As you stare into the sun
Blind yourself
Deafen the sounds
Of a society
Dying
I hunger
And the world
Is empty
All I have
Is to swallow pride
There is not enough
Not enough
To sustain me
I walk into the light
My tribe waits to see
Should I die
Or should I live
My flesh is no longer to be
“I am the spirit that negates.
And rightly so, for all that comes to be
Deserves to perish wretchedly;
'Twere better nothing would begin.
Thus everything that that your terms, sin,
Destruction, evil represent—
That is my proper element.”
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Faust
