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05. In Coelo Quies, Tout Finis Ici Bas
06. You Can't Save Me, So Stop Fucking Trying
10. A Metaphor For The Dead



05. In Coelo Quies, Tout Finis Ici Bas

Calm may reign in heaven.
But down here, all is ending.
All that you have desired,
All you could have loved,
All you considered sacred, bonds,
Intentions, potentials,
Betrayals, lusts - count for precisely naught.
Give the lie to all sense of is or ought.
Fucking hilarious you thought it could be other
Get on your knees, soaked in history's flaming cum.
To turn from recognising, to shudder
In fear at yourself is weakness.
Cry me a river of fucking poison milk.
Slowly crawling toward this life's hour at last... ... glory...
Total and complete victory of abject shit, the baying
Swine, mocking nihil pearls...
Clamouring to be fed to cannibal pigs.


06. You Can't Save Me, So Stop Fucking Trying

You can't save me any more than you can save yourself,
So stop fucking trying.
We are all human. And we will all be dust.

'The entire universe marches irreversibly towards its grave.
So not only is the life of each individual person doomed;
The entire human race is doomed.
The universe is plunging toward inevitable extinction
Death is written throughout its structure.
There is no escape. There is no hope.'
[William Lane Craig]

'My trust is placed in nothing now,
At my command the world must bow,
And as we've ended feast and strain,
The cup we'll to the bottom drain;
No dregs must there remain!'
[Goethe]


10. A Metaphor For The Dead

Act! While in delirium,
I no longer know what I say,
or what I do!
And yet it's necessary... make an effort!
Bah! Are you not a man?

...alone, before the cadaver...

[A quote from "Pagliacci":]
Ridi, Pagliaccio,
sul tuo amore infranto!
Ridi del duol, che t'avvelena il cor!
[English translation:]
Laugh, clown,
at your broken love!
Laugh at the grief that poisons your heart!

Put on your costume
and powder your face.
The people pay to be here, and they want to laugh.
And if Harlequin shall steal your Columbina,
laugh, clown, so the crowd will cheer!

Pane of glass shattered, yet finally clear.

Ridi, Pagliaccio,
sul tuo amore infranto!
Ridi del duol, che t'avvelena il cor!