Nothingness

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Farewell to this world
And to the night, farewell
We who walk the way to death.

To what should we be likened?
To the frost on the road
To the graveyard
Vanishing with each step ahead:
This dream of a dream
Is sorrowful

Ah, did you count the bells?
Of the seven strokes
That mark the dawn
Six have sounded
The remaining one
Will be for this existence

The last bell

The last echo
We shall hear
It will echo
The bliss of nothingness.

--by Psychopath

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