Godless, mindless, endless,
No less, a suffering, writhing,
Mass of what used to be,
The horror, the colour,
Translucient black-grainy,
Insane and above all,
A bit trite but you might,
Forget it, I got it, we,
Lost it again and again we,
Spin on this lump of,
Clay. So dirty, so clean, so,
Sinful and mean, so,
Happy, so sad, so,
what do you have, when,
Nothing is sacred, not,
You and not he,
Not who you both,
see, no crosses no prayers,
No one, who does care.
No world, no end,
Time is to bend,
To begin to be,
Lent to Nothing.
Just Nothing-- Again.