Rapture Of Time

To die is the destiny of man unified in an ultimate end

All life comes to mean one thing funeral cessation never end

Flesh blood and skin wed on the pyre look to an absent voice with arms outstretched

Silence is the answer embraced by nothing all fears are realized

There is no truth to greet before you die the questions carried through a penitent life

All result in nothing falsehood solace silence above and so below

To die is the destiny of man purified in an ultimate end

All life comes to mean one thing dying is a final offering

The only purpose to be found in this life is to fuck and die

The peddlers and prophets approach their pulpits with a lie

Exhausted searching in blackness leads to disappointment

In the pitch there is no purpose or pride those who speak of commonality have not made the reduction

Lives are equivalent, but only in death are they equal

Tremble with fear of the blade or travel with no doubt at your side

All will embrace and know the rapture of time ever grating presence of death