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

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

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

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

Where goes my soul? it left me so,
so many moons ago...

Pursuit of pow’r divine makes men atone
offset by shades of men who came before...

Oh, Fate, with sordid spirit brings my pain
that Time, though everlasting, cannot quell...

*an elegy on modernity in vers libre*
close not those gentle eyes, for they have seen...

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

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

Absolved from sin. oh Death, where is thy sting?
we’ve found the truth, that Eastern sun...

This whithered seed ive planted
is drowning in the rain...