Perfection is a myth;
reality a foe.
What's to come of life
when everything's dead?
Cynicism's the religion;
miracles a falsity.
Where do we rest?
In a hole of impermanent dust!
Memories are god
until they're proven mortal
What can change finality?
The absolute presence of nothing.
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