Love trapped, entangled,
By the strangle hold,
Of darkness covered by a Veil,
The heart no longer trumps the mind,
The mind no longer corrects the heart.

"The cosmic vortex of the eternal Hell",
Meaningless words spewed forth by forgotten souls,
And poetry is worthless without meaning,
It sits in a blue void,
Spinning around,
Colors moving all about,
A hellish disco ball,
While the Angels and Demons find salvation,
Eternal salvation,
Through the emptiness within.
God in an empty crystal glass.

Faith is the wine,
Not to be spoiled by the sickness,
And demented nature,
Of foolish mortals,
Attempting to escape to immortality,
By self afflictions and personal annihilations,
The Jester mock those immortals,
As they discover that delusional,
And sympathetic pain does not give one Hope.

Mankind has existed for one purpose,
Simply to endure,
The Hope of humanity,
The rare topic of the Bard,
Is our unending quest,
To create goodness,
Out of the deep despair,
That encompasses us all,
But will not be entangled,
Allowed to whither upon the vine,
Injected with the essence,
Of faith in demise,
No Veil shall fall,
As long as the Gods,
Still find meaning in the word.