What is left for those who survive physical dying A universe or a black hole to never arrive in A limbo state at the corner of a dark world The phlegmatic joy in knowing the path to more And to nothing at all
We live; we die, returning to the hereafter Do wee seek to exist, or to hide behind one another?
Us - via negative, devils for the cause Blood on his claws I - the eye, watchman of the triangle And unrestricted wisdom
You who like to be watched but have not yet been observed - Unveil the shadow world