He said to me that God is dead,
That we have killed it, that all is pointless
And we have searched in vain for answers and a sense.
He made me understand what I truely am,
The same decadent matter with a brain.
He showed me that nothing is objective or universal
And everything counts because we want it to.
A matter of perspective, that what reality is, he said,
And you should not think to what purpose you can reach.
A devil with a human face he is
A mind with many thoughts
A heart with twisted feelings
A soul strained to its limits,
Subjective and futile…As me…
The truth of world, the secrets that we searched
And everything we think he have already answered.
By paradox, saying ”no” make all the sense
This worl is capable of.
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