Have you built your ship of death, O have you O build your ship of death, for you will need it.
Have you built your ship of death, O have you O build your ship of death, for you will need it.
Build then the ship of death, for you must take the longest journey, to oblivion.
We are dying, we are dying, piecemeal our bodies are dying and our strength leaves us, and our soul cowers naked in the dark rain over the flood, cowering in the last branches of the tree of our life.
The human consciousness is really homogeneous. There is no complete forgetting, even in death.
Death is the only pure, beautiful conclusion of a great passion.
Oh build your ship of death. Oh build it For you will need it. For the voyage of oblivion awaits you.
Creation destroys as it goes, throws down one tree for the rise of another. But ideal mankind would abolish death, multiply itself million upon million, rear up city upon city, save every parasite alive, until the accumulation of mere existence is swollen to a horror.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories