"God Is Dead, We Have Killed Him"

The death softly falls into the ground, 
With all the gods’ pity on it, why shall they?
Nothing equals nothing against a willing proud.
Each of them is independent, each is no thing. 
Chaotic sphere bears the burden of desire.
Pleasure equals pleasure with a willing sacrifice.
There should be shame nor arrogance in this chaotic brothel. 
Each of the sphere is desire, each is desirable. 
The meaning has been dug into a grave, then. 
With any other worm who had the sensation once.
Corruption may be the true answer for such, since
The disease cannot be cured without its overdose.
      We have attempted to created the gods out of nothing; 
      Yet, each of them was alive, each of them becomes a lie.