Testify for the scars of truth I bear,
Like a puzzle of flesh inside of me.
My vital substance bleeding away
Through these lacerations of real.
The awareness of our own insignificance
Carved deep wounds in my sanity.
Scorched by the sharpened fragments of my shattered dreams,
I wander in anguish of a life devoid of any meanings.
Each new knowledge acquired will bestow another nonsense,
Science struggling helplessly to fill an empty sky...
The intrinsic excruciating pain of existence
Makes me curse my creator for this unwanted birth.
How can we boast any superiority
when it is so ill-advised to feel happy ?
I bereaved my own animality,
losing all feelings of freedom and equanimity,
Any connection to the primitive instincts artificially broken up by a futile morality.
This hurried evolution of our ways of thinking
will only magnify the extent of our fall,
Diving in the frenzied downward spiral
of misunderstanding that the truth we seek lies not behind rationality.
We have unraveled many secrets of our world,
yet the cabbalistic nature of human origin remains obscure.
