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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