Authored: November 5, 2023

Would you believe in something that is silent
To believe in something that is "destined" to be
As the bombs drop, as the air and war are polluted
As people go to war over their beliefs and Gods
The Silence from those Gods is like the abyss of Eternity.

We've believed in fairytales and superstitions.
We have cladded ourselves in ornate divisions and structures
The ide of God remains fantasy
The same Gods that allow humanity to fight each other.

The Silence is like a vice grip, a boar chained around our necks
We created God and we can put it to death
We constructed God and we can dissemble it
But we won't as the poison of religion and ideology
Reeks in our blood, tainted.

Ouroboros, the infinity
The end is coming, and the Silence will be met with more Silence.
Burn it all down and start again
Silence will come and the concept of God will perish
The cosmos will continue
Beyond Humanity.