Start with life, but remove the meaning
Afterwards, no need for cleaning
Loneliness is a key ingredient
Nothing else quite as expedient
Add some strife, add some pain,
Please neglect to add the gain
Add some love, add some hate
Add a generous dollop of fate
No need to stir, no need to boil,
Mixing occurs by using turmoil
Your recipe is finally complete
Be proud of your dubious feat
Stuck with what you made,
Without anyone else’s aid
Now all you can do is wait,
Until Death comes knocking on your gate
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