Nothing


Praise be to the empty alter
Let hollow now stand every hall
Cast down your gods and their idols
And laugh as they tumble and fall

Praise be to minds liberated
And praise to the answers they find
Praise to the lack of all meaning
And praise to the void left behind

Praise to the crystalline darkness
The soul purged of love and of light
Praise to the embers of anger
Extinguished in the endless night

Praise be to nothing and no one
Praise be to the empty hall
Praise to the end of all reason
Yeah, praise be to nothing at all


~Tonin, November 19 2017