The perfection of a stain
The humble opinion of disdain
When your voices are too loud
I stop, go to the shrine in my head
My recess
Nihilism
My anger
My strength
When the court of insane gods
Is judging all the things I trust
Get the fuck off, judge yourselves
Your life, it is full of insane rules
My recess
Nihilism
My anger
My strength
No purposes, no goals
I don’t trust your gods or what they said
Meaning of this life is useless
We’re the cancer of the world
My recess
Nihilism
My anger
My strength
Your god is dead
Blindness faith
Existence
Not known yet
Your god is dead
Your god is death
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