Rapture Of Time

To die is the destiny of man unified in an ultimate end
All life comes to mean one thing funeral cessation never end
Flesh blood and skin wed on the pyre look to an absent voice with arms outstretched
Silence is the answer embraced by nothing all fears are realized
There is no truth to greet before you die the questions carried through a penitent life
All result in nothing falsehood solace silence above and so below
To die is the destiny of man purified in an ultimate end
All life comes to mean one thing dying is a final offering

The only purpose to be found in this life is to fuck and die
The peddlers and prophets approach their pulpits with a lie
Exhausted searching in blackness leads to disappointment
In the pitch there is no purpose or pride those who speak of commonality have not made the reduction
Lives are equivalent, but only in death are they equal
Tremble with fear of the blade or travel with no doubt at your side
All will embrace and know the rapture of time ever grating presence of death