Being and Nothingness—the higher flame
that learns to breathe where silence sears the bone,
becomes what is: a shadow with no name,
no morals, no abode, the road alone.
Upon the road, the being in the world
drifts through an evil globe with hollow grace;
and to survive, his black wings must unfurl—
becoming evil just to find a place.
No laws, no stars, no prayers to redeem,
no anchor but the weight of what he’s lost.
He walks as ruin, wrapped inside a dream
where every gain arrives with double cost.
The void became his home, his creed, his sin—
the gangster grins, abyss alive within.
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