Oh how the pale beauty spoils!
Show me a nothingness
Where-in lies the essence of our existence.
This collective holds the power to grieve
More than birth itself.
What irony!
Was it not foretold
That the genesis offers
Nothing more than a [bad word] mockery?
And now am I overwhelmed by
The sheer irrelevance of [bad word] 

Give me pain;
Give me hatred;
Give me suffering;
Give me disgust;
I give to thee a drop of water,
And beg of thee that
Thou might show me the difference.
This bitterness is as deep as the void,
And yet as hollow.
And again am I overwhelmed
By the sheer irrelevance of [bad word] 

Over and over do I crawl,
As a moth from its chrysalis.
frail web of whispered tongues
That spread as wings,
Nausea and indifference
In eternal disharmony.
And still am I overwhelmed
By the sheer irrelevance of [bad word] 

This bitterness is as deep as the void,
And yet as hollow.
Will thou watch, wide-eyed,
As distant shapes manifest within?
Will thou turn thy back
And offer it to carbon blades?
Will thou walk in the knowledge
That thy footprints fade into dust and dirt?
And now art thou overwhelmed
By the sheer irrelevance of [bad word] 
This collective holds the power to grieve
More than birth itself.
Oh! What irony!