Omens of obliteration speak to us Yet here we stand endowed, with the insidious belief Of further existence, beyond the cosmic void For withdrawal has subjugated us Through the discipline of a long-dead culture And the collective madness, of denying inevitable change Corpses fall like burnt leaves Yet it's good I haven't known, beyond the boon That sheds a glimpse of divine indifference Sentient beings proved to be a dysfunctional singularity In the quantum evolution, Grasping reality through the illusions Left behind by social engineering The world is a savage garden where things are born and die Where suffering, is irrelevant to the endless dispute Between cycles of death and creation The overarching connections between Elements Is nothing but deception of a superior purpose That bonds us to fluids and flesh