Ophidian Henosis, Pt. I-Barshasketh

Overflowing with an absence of will And thus, I am defined It's no great marvel that lost men Stood beneath skies torn by gaudy starlight And shrank under the weight of the infinite That they gave that nothingness a name And fell to their knees before its might to worship it The tyrannical, uncaring personification of the void. Burdened by freedom They constructed their own prison and damned their descendents to eternal interment. And I am like them A coward before the vastness of nothingness Crippled by the mocking sting of guilt Dragged down by the burning expanse of emptiness that weights in us all Consumed by it, I've watched meaning slowly tortured until it becomes meaningless in itself A twisted relic from an incomprehensible past. The only true defeat is surrender The only true death is submission There are no martyrs here Ours is the path of endless struggle The only true defeat is surrender The only true death if submission There are no martyrs here Ours is the path of bitter rage The only true defeat is surrender The only true death is submission There are no martyrs here Ours is the path of burning sorrow