Twice dead
living after God's death
We seek our shadows in illusions.
We live in the false world of ghosts
where words have lost their meanings,
The age of the profane
The age of unbearably Philistine existence
The kingdom of the banal,
singing praises to its emptiness
Spirit has abandoned the world
There is no time or space
An agony of nonexistence
The Spirit of want hovers
above the orphaned earth, all alone
Fear fills the soul
We are at the end;
the last secrets are being revealed
The wind from the abyss burns our cheeks
Who said that?
Tell me