From the album "Nihilum" Lyrics below: Nihilum Noun. Latin. Definition one: Nothing A word as overlooked as its meaning. In the absence of all things, a man's character comes to test. When he faces the void, he is truly staring into himself. There is no cave darker than one in which you stumble alone, and there is no greater sense of abandonment than one encountered in the void. For you can certainly taste the loneliness of the soul surrounded by the din, but when you are robbed of your senses, of time, of all your belongings, you become who you truly are. Definition two: of no value We live in a world of constantly fluctuating values. A plot of land has potential, but if that plot of land lay astride a demilitarized zone, poisoned by toxic waste and rivers of blood, it is all but worthless. Yet even this land holds greater value than a man. A human being, no matter his age, is a vessel of doubt and potential! To assay one's value to others, one must look no further than our culture. In fifteen minutes, your fame can explode. The next day, your life can lay in ruin. The eyes of every human can judge your quality simply by observing a few seconds of your weakest moment. Plainly, in the eyes of the world you have no intrinsic value. As a child, your purpose is to serve the will of the State. Learn the lies, one at a time, and embody their teachings. Alter the fabric of your being down to the molecular level, then spread this bilge to the ends of the Earth. By adulthood, you have acclimated to your purpose in life: to consume. Serve the will of the elite. Buy until you cannot afford to live, then borrow to buy some more. Make someone else rich until you are too weary to think. Dull your mind with alcohol or drugs. Become hopelessly addicted to something. Grow more children, but not your own food. You must be dependent on your overlords and pay them your dues. These fines do not support a State in service to the citizens. Rather, they enrich thieves and liars who engage in thuggery and betrayal to keep you consuming. When the day comes that a stiff breeze knocks over this house of cards, and believe me, this day will soon come, these crooks will retreat into their bunkers, leaving us all to fight each other with sticks and stones. By old age, we are used up and no longer capable of producing. We are discarded to the streets or cast into end-of-life wards. These so-called nursing homes are run by tired people and the mentally unstable. Visited only by pain in the twilight of our days, this is when every person looks into the void. But to be at the mercy of another while locked away in a room with a television is to have the void stare back at you.

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