Because I saw the void, I understood,
even as a small child, nothing was real,
creation was a joke, but no one knew,
as I saw emptiness before the flood,
under the influence, I saw ethics
simply as a control, a tool to steal
everyone's livelihood, while money grew,
I escaped into myths to discover
science was but a stage of logistics
answerable only to the mirror,
wisdom was meaningless before the void,
the fact I played along with the terror,
horrible nothingness, an asteroid
enters our atmosphere, a false lover,
visions of dinosaurs wiped off the face
of the planet, earth was at the mercy
in space of becoming infertile land,
desertification, without the grace
I could bestow as I did not exist,
until I could set free controversy,
negated as unreal, as grains of sand,
difficult was my task to unconceal
experience as time, fleeting as mist,
resolve the same problem over again,
sandwiched between moments, I saw the void,
transformed by a vortex, I felt the bane
of existence, a man now unemployed,
only waiting for death as to reveal
decisively the truth, the beau ideal.
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