The Cabal of Nothing:
There is a place among swaying pines
A quiet place shrouded in cold mists
A vague little town high upon coastal cliffs
With thunderous waves threatening
A decaying town poised to slip
Into a vengeful sea
It was there the spiteful twisting roads
Dumped me bodily
It was there where my nightmares began
I awoke in the night drenched in the sweat of a dream
Hearing a soft scuffling on the crumbling sidewalk
I stole to the sill to glance three stories below
But all was a fog swirling blackness
A gestating climate of nightmare elegance
A sordid magnificence that pulled at me
I wept knowing nothing mattered
Save the crushing moonless gloom
Something came to me and grinned
With what mouth I do not know
We know not the true nature of this place
We only see what our eyes see
Hear what our ears hear
Taste what our tongues taste
Smell what our noses smell
All data filtered through a diseased brain
A mutated motion picture of “facts”
All the world is filled with perceived imperfection
A relentless natural selection
Red is red because I see it as red
What color is it when I am dead?
Outside the rotten frame of this world lies a beautiful noble truth
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