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Dancing on the Grave of Meaning
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Dancing on the Grave of Meaning in Franklin, TN
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Dancing on the Grave of Meaning in Franklin, TN
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No man who ever lived saw a sky of perpetual beauty.
Yet, this illusion of peace is what we all grasp onto, we cling to a wretched existence of meaninglessness only surviving through this delusion of fighting for fleeting peace.
Alexander the great is dead, and so are we - long before we even opened our eyes.
The only truth in this life of nothingness is death, and all that's in between is a cause of the inherent lack of worth of our very heartbeat.
The boulder we push doesn't exist, and neither do we.
And yet, we burn. And yet, we laugh.
Yet, this illusion of peace is what we all grasp onto, we cling to a wretched existence of meaninglessness only surviving through this delusion of fighting for fleeting peace.
Alexander the great is dead, and so are we - long before we even opened our eyes.
The only truth in this life of nothingness is death, and all that's in between is a cause of the inherent lack of worth of our very heartbeat.
The boulder we push doesn't exist, and neither do we.
And yet, we burn. And yet, we laugh.
No man who ever lived saw a sky of perpetual beauty.
Yet, this illusion of peace is what we all grasp onto, we cling to a wretched existence of meaninglessness only surviving through this delusion of fighting for fleeting peace.
Alexander the great is dead, and so are we - long before we even opened our eyes.
The only truth in this life of nothingness is death, and all that's in between is a cause of the inherent lack of worth of our very heartbeat.
The boulder we push doesn't exist, and neither do we.
And yet, we burn. And yet, we laugh.
Yet, this illusion of peace is what we all grasp onto, we cling to a wretched existence of meaninglessness only surviving through this delusion of fighting for fleeting peace.
Alexander the great is dead, and so are we - long before we even opened our eyes.
The only truth in this life of nothingness is death, and all that's in between is a cause of the inherent lack of worth of our very heartbeat.
The boulder we push doesn't exist, and neither do we.
And yet, we burn. And yet, we laugh.
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