What is this fell beast, whose image swarms within my head?
An interloper, psychopomp, who gazes with the dead?
Swarming visions of the dark, Shades advance through Asphodel,
Silently shambling with minds dulled, no more secrets left to tell.
What can we look for in the light of tainted stars?
Looking for enlightened signs of blessed seminars
when there is nothing in this darkened sky to love us.
Gazing at the eternal cold expanse above us
and realizing, once more, with awe and dread,
the insignificance of everything that's bred.
With existential certainty on the long road ashore,
and nihilistic impulses screaming yet for more,
the road we walk can seem an endless nightmare.
but fear not, for fear has died
die gently, having never cried
see the world for what it was
embrace the world for what it is
Time and tide, shifting sands in the hourglass of time
swift approaching that climactic final climb.
Transcendental thoughts disorganize into the void that is eternity
and find peace in the emptiness of our existence.
Definitely not so
The message here is no
It just isn’t happening
but who does that make happy?
Failure to comply or succeed
Doing without this considered need
Eventually it won’t happen to you
Work out or come true
No need to argue or fight
Just work on doing what’s right
Abandon all possible hope and desire
The answer is no
But I could be a liar
Sometimes wee do what we have to
As pessimistic, and down as the attempts of honesty bring you
Interestingly enough how opposites
Work with one another
But you know I don’t like giving bad news
Small feat, but really big shoes
Sorry for your luck and this blessing
Of knowledge
Some times the fates are friendly to everyone
Other times they are humorously cruel
Breaking it to you in fear of being to gentle
Priorities disorganize themselves
Now and then this chaos is detrimental
But aiding in this process is sentimentally special
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