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This is Samsara. We are born into this reality, devoid of any alternative choice. You could deny it, but still, you must participate, the extent to which you do so is your choice alone. People and their still faces without significant expression performing pitiful duties, to serve others who serve not their purpose and are lost in life. Someone there feeds on our misery and pain when we are in these brutal surroundings, we follow the same destructive paths as others before us. These grey blocks are symbols of human emptiness, objects which fill you with depression and satisfy your primitive needs. Sculptures of a creative void, a vacuum of the soul is present here, a concept refined over centuries, beautifully mastered to create a race of shallow servants. How low can we fall... If all of this is just the beginning of the bottomless pit, could we ever escape it? Lyrics She came and said „perpetuum mortem“ Realized changes of my life are set in stone forever I will die today Be reborn tomorrow I will die
