The Gods of Epicurus - Cryptodira

«I am born from one-sided sacrifice

I am born from miscommunication

Piece me together from your broken spirits

Only to receive a whole less than its parts.»

As the Law commands you, «Enjoy,» the Commodity demands:

«Piece me together, exhaust your spirit

Pour it into me, expect nothing back

My blood is a failing comparison

And I can’t save you from this hell you’re in

I dwell in the pores of the merely existing

While you’re sadly subsisting in its reflection

I am not a happy consciousness.

I am not alive

Sell your soul for my being’s sake

Your condition will become my existing."

Fetishized fragments of life promise nothing

They voicelessly respond, «I am your death

«I return nothing compared to what you sacrifice

I am unrequited love, I am less than my parts

Reflect back at a loss, turn yourself into stone for me.»

A desire born from the void

Between your mind and its Being

Its demand is silently screaming

«I'll take you down with me

I’ll take you down to behold

Behold the spectacle of imaginary life

I become myth, myth becomes life

Life becomes being-towards-death.»