The Etherealist

Behold the face of the idolater, the nihilist philosopher Unwilling and unable, to believe in anything Beyond his own existence, no medium, no substance That cannot be proven, by reason or logic alone A man forever confined, within the maze of his mind A labyrinth of lies, of his own design So he refuses to accept, the illusions and the evidence Of his senses, before his eyes, all delusions denied The etherealist, so certain, that nothing else exists And the mind is all that matters, for the mind is all there is A man forever alone, beyond all flesh and bone Where nothing is certain, and nothing can ever be known The etherealist, so certain, that nothing else exists And the mind is all that matters, for the mind is all there is Behold the face of the anointed one, the king of nothingness undone Unable to distinguish, what is fact from what is fiction The fallen man, who cannot understand Anything more than, I think therefore I am