Hey Did You Know That the Drummer from Saetia Was in Interpol? - For Your Health

The inexorable march of time will grind our weary bones to dust and in its wake

a great shadow looms overhead

A specter of rebirth

A cyclical obsolescence

To no end, life from loam, to no end

Don’t you find comfort in inevitability that one day your organs are evicted

and worms will squat their place?

That one day, there will be no days as the sun explodes?

That one day, no day, the cosmos freeze over?

And nothing will be

And nothing will be serene