Hate The Living

Immortality is granted
 Morbidities exist within strange airs of nothingness
 Oblivion unshackles the spirit granting absolution from the nightmare we dream
 Release the ethereal essence within
 Crack the mortal vessel
 Pouring out its limitless abstraction
 That it may voyage back into the darkness
 Give rest to this irrelevance
 A meaningless existence
 A disharmonious void swirling within a mirthless ocean of bleak infinity
 Let the beyond mock this terrestrial grain of dust floating in the unfathomed abyss of star-strewn space
 All this to say
 Love the dead
 And hate the living
 Hate the living
 And its tales of irrelevance
 For life is a hideous thing
 And from it spawns dark morbidities
 Hate the living
 Return back to the unknown
 A dark realm of nil
 Where death shall be fulfilled
 Hate the living
 And exist demoniacally
 Absolve the spirit back into the darkness
 We drift on a chartless, resistless sea until we reach the placid island of ignorance that we call death
 in the midst of futility, for this life was simply not meant to be
 All this to say
 Hate the living
 A slit to the throat reveals a seething cloud-background
 Hinting the vague beyond of the untrodden austral world of the departed
 Hate the living
 And its tales of irrelevance
 For life is a hideous thing
 And from it spawns dark morbidities
 Hate the living
 Return back to the unknown
 A dark realm of nil
 Where death shall be fulfilled