Through the fields of scars and wounds
Shining with dim light of non-existence
What tranquility! What sweet peace! What inward serenity!
What supreme felicity and earnest of bliss!
To reach beyond the web of spiritual deceit
That mankind has been weaving for millennia
And face the most horrible truth of all
Every single dream shattered, trampled and lost
Every single word silenced for ever, and evermore
Descent, regress into prime, hideous, beautiful nothingness