The absence of reason, the absence of thought,
that's what you get when the farm is bought.
Utter blackness surrounding an ethereal soul,
no feeling, no nerves, no synapses firing.
Adrift in the abyss, total loss of control,
free floating weightless, essence expiring.
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Muerte is Spanish for Death
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