First came the word.

And that word was nothing

Sounded syllables in boundless thought.

Is this it? Or all? Or everything

A reflection between parallel mirrors?

In a book never written

Seen through a frameless window

Nihil Est


The opiate of the masses.

Diluted and polluted.

Curls in wisps over vacant idols

To stillborn children

Mother nature gave birth to husks

That dissolve and decay back to dirt


In the melody between notes

In the notes in arrest

In discord in a cord

Nihil est

In the words between lines

In the words of the best

In the dust in the pews

Nihil Est


Like words of empty praise

Washing over an empty congregation

Like a cancelled play, played out

To a sleeping audience of mannequins

Like a television flickering

Static in an empty concrete room

In thoughts so vast nothing is possible

When nothing exists everything is always permitted

Existence is no great gift

Death is not a beginning

But in nothing it is a rift


Love, Hate in a cold dream

A cold clockwork circumstance


A random unknown hidden in simple patterns

It's a chalk outline, not a halo

Leave crutches for cripples

Leave dependence to drones

Lies to the harvest for truth to be sown


In the melody between notes

In the notes in arrest

In discord in a cord

Nihil est

In the words between lines

In the worst of the best

In the dust in the pews

Nihil Est

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