Immanence - Despite Exile

Truth must be kept veiled

Drowning in complexity

Brimming with void

Devoured by doubt

You’re bound to fall as we all are

You will strive for an answer

I will seek for a sense

We shall pray for this emptiness to be filled

The axe of wisdom falls right through my neck

Desecrating every last taste of vitality

You’re compromising

Disgracing the last drops of a source

The source of a circle I thought I could close

Eternally you shall strike against yourself

Convictions will drag you into failure

Face that we’re not meant to understand