SOS
Twice dead, living after God's death
We seek our shadows in illusions
We live in a false world of ghosts
Where words have lost their meanings
The age of the profane
The age of unbearably Philistine existence
The kingdom of the banal
Singing praises to its emptiness
Spirit has abandoned the world
There is no time or space
An agony of nonexistence
The spirit of want
Hovers above the orphaned earth
All alone
Fear fills the soul
We are at the end
The last secrets are being revealed
The wind from the abyss burns our cheeks
Who said that?
I ask you
Who?
Tell me
SOS