You are alone
And no one needs you
No friends, no enemies
Irrelevant life
You waste your time
With dispensable things
There is no difference
If you exist or not
One day you'll die
And no one will miss you
Only your pet
Starved to death
But only now
Three years later
Your money savings
Are eaten up
Your renter wants
To encash the hire
Opens your door
Smells the malodor
Your flesh is rotten
Your skin is decayed
Flies at the window
Are your only
Bequest
With the paper
On your knees
You're sitting there
In your favourite chair
Only the paper
On your knees
Was a witness
Of your decease
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![Endzeit Bunkertracks [Act II]](/tmp/thumbnails/eba147b4add8abe3d01278ffa28b1479.webp "Endzeit Bunkertracks [Act II]")
