Anyone who ever drew a map
Was a fool…
The directors believed
The universe is empty
The stars are burning massive fires
And planets are just rocks
All that man is and has ever desired
Was made from these worthless things
To us… nothing glitters in this emptiness
Not the woes of the weak flesh
Nor the wails of the heart
Or the ramblings of the mind
Only the voice of the soul
And it guides us
One our eternal journey
One whose beginning we do not recall
And end we cannot fathom.
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