Feed me fire, let it consume
These veins that pulse a venom bloom.
A charred hymn of all I say,
You think the blaze can burn away?
You clutch your flags, your chants, your creed,
Yet from this soil grows no new seed.
Self-righteous cloaks, your shadows shift
Blame cast like ash from every rift.
Oh truths you mold to fit your will
Still cracks in hollow dreams distill.
A world of void-no weak, no gods,
A barren sphere where silence nods.
And in that void, your prize will gleam-
But can you call me insane, your dream?