XXI

«One life, one death;
Nothing before, nothing after, only few time between,
I used to search the meaning of life,
Wasted time! cause meaning of life there’s not
Love and passion are just tranquilisers through the field
Of this useless and phantomatic existence,
This universe, this sun, this sky, this earth, this «Life» is not god.
No divine put us on this planet,
Nothing will come and save us after death,
Death is just and only the fuckin' end
No god creates us, we created gods,
Divinities are just the fruit of fears, and synaptic connexions,
A fucking mental disease, a psychotic virus,
Now, nothing to lead my time there,
I’m not lost, only free of humanity,
Nothing but flesh and time, no soul
No god No Satan