"Give me your hand, my loves,
Come to my castle with me,
There's no strife there,
It's not far from here!"
Lo and behold, Hope and Falsehood,
Their eyes averted by his look and the sound of his voice,
Stared, enthralled at his manly traits -
Satan, snatching with his hand
Seized the box in a fevered frenzy,
Ripped and yanked the lock back and forth --
And then something terrible happened:
The lid sprang open, and the box was - empty!
Empty! Empty! Empty!! Empty!!!
And bleakness and darkness surrounded us on all sides --
And within us, doubt and stupefying horror!
Crushed were all our hopes and ambitions,
No purpose, no meaning, no life's worth ---
And the devil cried out shrilly:
"Now, gentlemen, who's been proven right?
There's no design! No great plan!
We've senselessly labored, slaved away -
Now we're free from every commitment!
Now comes the comedy's last act:
'The meaning of life is -- annihilation!!'
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