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The Strayings of InexistenceIt rose from the womb of the earth itselfMaliciously enslaving those unaware of their being With anguish and passion I fought again and again Only to realize that my pathetic effort was in vain How can they live without perceiving How can they hope without knowing The cold fingers of my self-conscious origin Are the last links to my traces of being Their life and their death Opposing the one and only reality The one that inexorably shall defy Their useless and dull existence Tempting are the strayings of inexistence Yet foreboding the fall into insanity A simple smile in the face of a newborn Is the ultimate paradox in the suffering of millions Uncertainty shall plunge itself into their ways As their last breaths echoes in the infinity of nothing Only when the last cries of humanity will be heard Will I finally be able to rest in peace... How can they live without perceiving How can they hope without knowing The cold fingers of my only traces of being Are the last links to my self-conscious origin |