Voluble existence An unaware desperate cry Echoing from nowhere In an endless death rattle By convolvuluses and creeping brambles Milliards of hollow shades of pretended souls Caught in the thorny and grinning web Of decadence Dead eyes that do not see Dead ears that do not hear Seemingly blown by the wind of life... But these are only dead leaves Weakness Enthroned Dissatisfaction procreated The perverted inverted instincts of life Extolled to heavenly nothingness Oh, moribund God Vomiting to the petrified ground The self-eschatological Lethean flood Of the unveiling nihilism And I, chewing my limbs with resignation The acceleration of the natural degradation Choosing loss and self desecration Not under the influence of an redemptive idea But silent suicide Instead of self-deceit Inseminating instinct of madness And crowning nothingness upon the living So is Good Against Evil And thus Love has turned out to be Death's betrothed Farewell World It is you or me.