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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