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Satyricon - Existential Fear-Questions

The soul (when) stripped of all

lies in the hands of what?

Inner chaos roars, nerves boil

Now, where to go...



A lifetime of slow inner death,

how torture is that?

Chocking fear, is life real?

And what is dying?



What if void is a shellshock's aftermath?

What if Eden is all poisoned fruit?

What if hell is forever pain?

What if life is a blindfold, and death is punishment?



Global puppetshow, made by hands of transcendental divinity

Blood rives cascades, could be virtual reality

World war slaughter, could be the final act

And graveyard paradise could be eternity's curtain

Who are the ones with the keys?

Will they lead us...

Life is nothing but untimely answers

To our existential fear-questions



Fear - reared its ugly head

Death - came to me on a somber morning
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