Camus can you
Pass me something new
To use to prove
That love is moot
That life is real
And absolute
And I what I feel
You can't refute
I didn't think so
So I'll leave
This cemetery
House of leaves
Until I know
Within my bones
What I believe
The precedence of existence Is the exodus of
Emptiness
In essence It is necessary
To live without
Repentance