Wounded in battle! The battle for his own holy name
Fatally frozen in rigor-less mortis!
The Lord God is finally dead!
And Übermensch, our only salvation, is snoring at his grave !
The vibrant shades of the colorless truth lie scattered
Just as brains splattered on the mind's bloodied wall
Tell me oh great zarathustra! What mighty prism of ideas can divide the truth?
The infinite truth of the mindless skies!
The devil of nihilism may drag you to your hell
But, if you deny it all; how could you tell?
Your eternal castles built on paradise sand
But in the world of delusion, can they withstand?
Bound to the orbit of mortal gravity
No sailor to sail your righteousness
No soul to salvage your selfishness
Riding alone on the tireless horse of chaos
What mindful monster will you tame?
If life is not even, a worthy game!
Tell me oh great Zarathustra ! Is God really dead ?
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