Decapitated The Empty Throne
Expansion of the ever increasing universe
Thins down imperfect pictures
And certainty of the tangible existence
Trickles between fingers
Entering the center of the point.
Physical reality dies
Giving birth to the new order.
Negating all that has ever been said for good.
So what are we?
Attracted by the gravity of the black hole
Veiled by the faith in words
Proud of the promised immortality.
Hysteria at the moment of sudden illumination
Will ring with countless screams
Uniting in a sneer
Coming from the empty throne.
