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The seventh day
04:23
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We lose our life with joy
This is a chain-letter
And it is a message
And it is the final word
To end a very long struggle
When you get this letter
We are dead
And we want you
After you have sent
As much copies
As possible
To the “not-yet-dead”
To take your own life
Without hesitation
According to our realization:
I die, therefore I am!
Life is an illusion
And become ridiculous
Meaningless once we face it
The one security
Life has to offer is death
We aim towards him
We are promised to him
And before there’s just
Agony and absurdity
Man comes alone
And remains alone
His life is an endless fight
Put upon him
A struggle against this
Ancient desire
The sweetest urge
That holds all of us
In its hands: Thanatos
The longing for death
All we demand of you
Is to follow this longing
It’s about time
Life is an anachronism
In six days
God created heaven and earth
On the seventh day
He killed himself
Let us die
The gospel according to
The Brotherhood of
The Seventh Day
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Drowning bath
04:18
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An insubstantial existence like a goldfish in a bowl
To see what's around without being able to touch it
The inexorable and immutable flow of life
An automaton programmed not to be happy
The day of awareness has finally come
The casual walk towards the road of no return
A visit to the tombstones to choose the most suitable one
The last cigarette in that house that was already long dead
The same letter written for six people, different but identical
Under the gaze of the goldfish less alone than its master
All perfectly designed to leave nothing to chance
The circular vortex of the last daily acts
Before being swallowed by darkness and oblivion
Everything must remain intact
No trace of one's passage on this world
In the bathtub swallowing dozens of pills
The eyes close and the head goes under the water
The switch turned off the light of a dark life
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Dangling legs
04:01
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Growing need for violence
Desire to vent your discomfort
Increasingly strong craving for extreme stuff
Viewing prohibited images
Framework of death
Dangling legs
Excitement to see castrations
Blood, suffering, sadism
Adrenaline given by overwhelm
The strong crushing the weak
No fulfillment without violence
The strongest and most dangerous of drugs
But it's only a movie
Fiction is no longer enough
A gunshot to see your girlfriend succumb
A frame hanging on the wall surrounds
Pieces of the brain and splatters of blood
And whoever has finished watching it wants
To vent their discomfort on themselves
The only target is your own body
An overturned chair and two dangling legs
Dangling legs
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LIke a slaughtered pig
04:03
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Every penetration with my wife
Was gushing of blood from her cunt
The tremendous frustration of
Not being able to fuck her
For the doctor everything was normal
But the blood was always there
In every fucking fuck
A bomb ready to go off
Was it really she who was sick?
Or was it my brain
That was getting
Sicker and sicker?
Like a slaughtered pig
Yesterday was our anniversary
A nice evening spent together
Back home, arrived
At the fateful moment
More blood
The usual blood
Like a slaughtered pig
I took her head off
Her body started to swell
And then it exploded
Now my time has come
The barrel of the gun
In the mouth
I pull the trigger
Blood everywhere
Like a slaughtered pig
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The ropeless jump bridge
06:02
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Heike Friedmann, 23 - Nanny
Heinz Kleinert, 31 - Businessman
The ropeless jump bridge
Bernd Pflug, 11 - Student
Ignaz Hofer, 83 - Farmer
The ropeless jump bridge
Nadine & Nicole Mantl, 16 - Schoolgirls
Matthias Rohbeck, 37 - Gynecologist
Margit Schwamm, 17 - Apprentice
The ropeless jump bridge
Karl Buchner, 66 - Pensioner
Hans-Jürgen Zöllner, 46 - Unemployed
Gerhard Kramm, 53 - Stockbroker
Lisbeth Scholl, 48 - Housewife
Bettina Pfister, 27 - Student
Mehmet Köse, 40 - Innkeeper
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Where the eye can't see
04:05
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Eternal loneliness difficult to accept
That elderly woman without a purpose
A life of small and insignificant rituals
Voyeurism as the only possibility
Of transgression
Window like an inquiring eye
Looking for details to enter
The lives of others
Apparition of two young lovers
Bodies fused together
That emanate passion
While she can't stop looking
At them from the window
The two walk away
And are no longer visible
Where the eye can’t see
The excitement remains
The disappointment returns
Restorative sleep to
Escape from the sad reality
Dream of herself
As a child seeing her
Parents fuck
The same eyes that yearn
To enter the forbidden
Waking up, one last
Look at the window
No, the young people
Are no longer seen
The woman imagines
Them on bed, naked, happy
And they are on the bed
Naked, but dead
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7. |
New martyr
03:57
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The person running amok
Doesn't always choose
His victims self-consciously
With his urge for spectacular
Publicity he is sometimes
Trying to correct an imbalance
Through the act of killing the person
Compensates for its own lack of fame
Or status who finds life sickening
The suicidal himself
Does not just settle with a
Quiet walk
Out the back door
Cheated by life
This creature is now
Trying to give a final signal
An attempt to give life
Meaning, even after death
The frustration of its own existence
And the lack of an emotional progressive society
Manifest therefore in this universal vengeance
The rampage suicide seems
To be aimed at all those
Who have always ignored him
For once, it is him who writes history
The stands in the limelight for once
And finally people show interest in his life
He now escapes from a dead life
And enters a living death
Knowing that he
At least for a few days
Will have all the attention of the population
This absurd hope is surely
More authentic and real
Than his whole non-existent life before
He, the motiveless mass murderer is
The true martyr of post-modernism
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Headboards on the wall
03:58
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Empty room
Just a mattress on the floor
An unwanted awakening
Forced return
To the tearing reality
Gaze lost in the void
Breath that gives space to gasp
Hands on the ears so
As not to hear the sound of pain
Sudden spasms
Cries, yells, moans
Like an animal in a cage
With the awareness of staying
There forever
Headboards on the wall
Nosebleeds
A moment of clarity
Then the world
Starts to turn around
That inert and no purpose
Body acquires a new strength
Not to move forward
To destroy itself
Flash of madness
Animal screams
Funeral march
Punctuated by those blows
Bloody wall
And a body lying on the ground
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9. |
The death king
03:51
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The cold dark illuminated
By a naked body
Smeared on the floor
In the fetal position
He stretches and remains motionless
An abandoned and inert animal
Indefinite moans pleasure mixed
With pain the cry of a newborn
A woman who talks and laughs
Someone knocking on the door
Prolonged and heartbreaking screams
The naked body is still stopped
Forgotten by the world around
A beacon that highlights death
“That which kills me, remains a secret”
Slow rotting of the body
Succulent feast for worms
Once the meat is completely stripped
Everything is silent
Bones on the ground
The Death King
A few flies around and then nothing
Merry voices of children in the park
A little girl sitting on a step with
A notebook on her thin legs
His small and innocent hand draws a skull
“This is the Death King.
He makes people want to die”
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