Bury me. Void of every. I want nothing. Carnal hate. I'm only vacant. Embrace the empty. Life is fleeting. God is nowhere, never, save for shadows. Coward's shelter. Chasm howling. I feel nothing, I am nothing. Mark of nihil, the manic struggle. Mind as tool, the thought as grindstone. All I love will turn to ashes. I feel nothing, I am nothing. Hallow vacuum will grind up my bones. Thoughts turn shallow, my vision feels forced. Faith behind me, embracing the emptiness. Thieves planting flags. Murderers carrying crosses.