Within, in the falsehood of faith
lies the maze, covered by haze.
it surrounds the minds of the miserable,
who are so lost in the invisible maze
of blinding charades.
it hides an unpleasant truth
which is the sting in their flesh -
the pause between breaths,
the short glimpse of death.
This truth could leave them shattered,
but cowards never face the void.
the fear to feel the force of infinity,
the emptiness in which one is never
sufficient unto oneself.
Instead they trust in absurdity,
spread by charlatans of grotesquery.
god of emptiness,
you´ve already shown them your grace
of thine sacred thought prison -
the invisible maze.
For those who´ll never see through the veil,
the spiritual search becomes an endless trail.
A dead mantra, an empty phrase,
it echoes from walls of the invisible maze.
