Metanoia (Pantheist)

How could I ever have imagined that I would find it that hard to survive In this cold and meaningless Universe God's death left an immense void in my soul I can't feel any more... My eyes pregnant with darkness Giving birth to a demon each single second Broken and wingless I am A man without destiny I never meant to be ungrateful! Isn't there any redemption for this sinful soul? Someone please come and take me by the hand I need some warmth...