• I've become so onliest
    secluded, absconding the rest
    parting all that's left
    All is gone; trust,
    lust; for life,
    All's visible;
    if all's a knife
    It's all just risible
    it's become a trife

    The end must be nigh
    If what's being said is true
    utter your final goodbye's
    coerce what you thought you knew
    Even if it's esoteric lies
    Sit back; watch society crumble;
    it's a lot like watching flies
    We all walk and fumble
    subsisting in our daily lives
    And up there, he enconses,
    He sits, entirem,
    like our ephemeral journey
    until we're simply hacked out
    like a ball of macabre phlegm

    But this, this just..
    concords, with man-made maxim
    decrepit maxim, belied with time
    And there it evanesces,
    our most famous hymn
    Human's most enslaving whim
    But now, the light's become dim
    Some undertake a shim
    But in the darkness
    There will be no light
    Nothing to miss
    No place for flight
    No time left to reminisce
    No time, no capacity left, to exist

    No more numen
    Nothing left for men
    Lacking acumen
    Fleeting to the den
    No purgatory
    no nirvana
    No authority
    No perminence
    No subsistence
    The inamorata; an aught oblivion
    Fabricated doxy prevaricates
    There's no divinity!
    Nobody who sits and waits
    Nobody to revere,
    who transcends the worthy,
    and descends the paltry!

    We are but microcosm in the grand macrocosm
    we have, we know, we are; but nothing.