a theological eclogue on the subject of *nihilism
Marque...

Come with me, and we might be made whole again.
those streets, so paved with by-gone shattered...

oh, men who pray no more, allay your fears,
for God exists in name alone. the Sun...

Forsooth, like sand within a sieve, time reigns
and no immortal hand may sway its fall...

"so apathy and mortal vice are now to be your...
while you leave me to my design and shan't...

True perfection is spoken no more plainly than in...
this is not a depiction of beauty on his canvas...

Disjointed...
bordered by a picture frame and look inside to...

Look westward, toward the setting sun. See now...
Our apt stagnancy has become rife. To forsake our...

He walks along the shore, while i within
the water cold and blue. we talked before...

In my young age, i have only begun the search.
through diligent introspection, i have learned...