This world

This world is a trick of my mind's eye.

This body a form of endless deception.

Equality is a myth,

and exploitation abounds.

Life is emptiness personified;

and we are all slaves,

every last human one of us.

We are lost, and are not found;

obedient in our humble servitude,

to the day we die.

 

Exaltation is an unattainable dream,

and names are but whispers of being

like wind in reeds that bend and break.

Heaven calls us

and Earth calls us back.

Our tongues speak our hope of glory,

and the void hears.