Absurd Condition from Shallow Graves by Olde

Push the stone, powerless but proud
Given to this wretched condition
No divine hand shall ever interfere
Ephemeral moments of conquest

Surmount this fate with scorn
And except your misery
Through all of hell, it is absurd
In the raging heat, with a broken back
Devoid of faith, so live your life
And fear death

The struggle towards the heights
Is enough to fill some souls
You watch the stone rush past
Down, down and away
And except the task once more

Now briefly free of labour
You return to your destiny
Through all of hell, it is absurd
In the raging heat, with one task
Reject death, by your own hand
Internal Revolt

Push the stone, it is your fate
It is absurd it is absurd
Fear your Death, without Hope
Already dead already dead
Acceptance acceptance,
Sisyphus, accept it

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