My Death

There's a sign carved deep
In the palm of your hand
There's a birthmade craving
Of the left side of your heart 

Your life was forever structured
Composed and eternally given
The dying you produce never stops
In the sound of universal destruction 

There's an inherent nihilism in your spirit 

Into your glory of emptiness
I send my lifeforce. My Death 

Be death with me 

My Death 

Odium humani generis
Odium humani generis
Odium humani generis
Odium humani generis