From the degenerate blackness of my soul
From the stinking cavern of hate
Pondering persistently over the pernicious matter of being
The mind grows cold and dies,
The body sighs
The whirling song of the spheres
Of distraught gears
And years
And years of time
The smiling chasm of time beckons
Shall I stumble once more into the breach of eternity?
To die with 300 noble Spartans
To fall unknown among a million billion fellow souls...
I think not.
For mine is the essence of God
And God is the essence of being.
I have seen this place before,
This day.
Here have I laughed before.
And lived.
A room of billowing cigar smoke reflects my memory––
The incense of a sneering God.