isn't humanity’s lament a dolorous blight? we languish, fettered by an uncaring decree where oblivion’s maw consumes all vestiges of light
our evanescent lives, akin to moths in plight devoured by the inexorable entropy isn't humanity’s lament a dolorous blight?
in search of meaning in chasms void of light we grasp at phantasms of futility where oblivion’s maw consumes all vestiges of light
existence, a phantasmagoric sight the cosmos, an abyss of enmity isn't humanity’s lament a dolorous blight?
no theistic succor ends this ceaseless night; merely murmurs of our own mortality where oblivion’s maw consumes all vestiges of light.
embracing the void, this inexorable rite we drift as wraiths within infinity isn't humanity’s lament a dolorous blight where oblivion’s maw consumes all vestiges of light?
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