THE ESSENCE OF NOTHING

AS ONE SOUNDLY SLEEPS
ANOTHER SILENTLY WEEPS
ALONE, IN THE COLD
DARKNESS, WITH FIENDS SO BOLD
WHERE MONSTERS TORMENT
UNKNOWN OUTCOME TORRID

NOW IS THE MOMENT OF TRUTH
TRUTH DEFINITELY SICKENING, UNCOUTH
THE STENCH OF LIES AND DECEIT POUR
IN THE LAND WHICH DWELLS THAT FUCKING WHORE

©'07 J.P.