Nowhere is a good place to die
This Earth tis a foreign patch
And the void is black where birds sing out lies
And my soulful substance shall soon dispatch
While I must hear machines that hiss and cry
Nowhere is a good place to die
In this realm bereft of grace
O speeding Death with all infinite eyes
Leave thy mark / Mute my disgrace
Yet I must hear machines that hiss and cry
Nowhere is a good place to die
Ideas transgress and the mind enchants
Life and the complete works of time
Settle all in order which the Divine disenchants
And I must hear machines that hiss and cry
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 10:45 PM UTC
Nowhere is a good place to die
This Earth tis a foreign patch
And the void is black where birds sing out lies
And my soulful substance shall soon dispatch
While I must hear machines that hiss and cry
Nowhere is a good place to die
In this realm bereft of grace
O speeding Death with all infinite eyes
Leave thy mark / Mute my disgrace
Yet I must hear machines that hiss and cry
Nowhere is a good place to die
Ideas transgress and the mind enchants
Life and the complete works of time
Settle all in order which the Divine disenchants
And I must hear machines that hiss and cry
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