In a single moment trillions of screams will echo away
In a single
moment trillions of screams will echo away
They will be lower and lower until there is no one left to
hear them
I find comfort in the fading candlelight
Since in the end it will all go away
Washed away into blissful void
All the unfulfilled desires, the regrets of words untold
the rejections, and the secrets
the bitter love stories, and the nice ones too
All the last words, and the first words
All the screams, and the wounds
All the religions, all the books
All the blood, the enslavement of flesh
All the discoveries, the fun times had
Will fade away
Into sublime nothingness
The last view will be seen
The last thought will be had
The last kiss will have been planted
The last loved one will die
The last drink will be drunk
And then the great work will be complete
Then our mother nothingness will heal our bruises
Of her child, the crease of being
All the losers and the idiots
All the awards and accomplishments
All the envy and the love
Nothing will be left ill
Nothing will feel frustrated
No fortune or virtue
No passion or sorrow
Or apathy or guilt.
The jazz of fear and freedom will end at its due time
With no one to mourn the death of all things.
The chasm is what gives the show of fireworks
Illusions and made-up laws its divinity.
The chasm lies repressed within all of us.
That is why it can be felt aeons before.
The existence of inexistence bears resemblance to divine
salvation.
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