Hate The Living - Through The Eyes Of The Dead

Immortality is granted

Morbidities exist within strange airs of nothingness

Oblivion unshackles the spirit granting absolution from the nightmare we dream

Release the ethereal essence within

Crack the mortal vessel

Pouring out its limitless abstraction

That it may voyage back into the darkness

Give rest to this irrelevance

A meaningless existence

A disharmonious void swirling within a mirthless ocean of bleak infinity

Let the beyond mock this terrestrial grain of dust floating in the unfathomed

abyss of star-strewn space

All this to say

Love the dead

And hate the living

Hate the living

And its tales of irrelevance

For life is a hideous thing

And from it spawns dark morbidities

Hate the living

Return back to the unknown

A dark realm of nil

Where death shall be fulfilled

Hate the living

And exist demoniacally

Absolve the spirit back into the darkness

We drift on a chartless, resistless sea until we reach the placid island of

ignorance that we call death

In the midst of futility, for this life was simply not meant to be

All this to say

Hate the living

A slit to the throat reveals a seething cloud-background

Hinting the vague beyond of the untrodden austral world of the departed

Hate the living

And its tales of irrelevance

For life is a hideous thing

And from it spawns dark morbidities

Hate the living

Return back to the unknown

A dark realm of nil

Where death shall be fulfilled