Skepsis - Through The Eyes Of The Dead

To obtain true knowledge

Of this world remains hopeless

Doubt, my extended sense

I the inquiring and reflective

The discordant and profound

Fact is fiction, truth is myth

Reality, the greatest illusion

Existence… existence of mankind, insignificant

Purpose… purpose in life… irrelevant

Plagued and manipulated by unseen forces

Condemned at birth by the somber and opaque

Enslaved by this physical realm

Designed by callous entities unknown

The ethereal, celestial

The spiritual

Humanity maintains ignorance

A broken machine

Fidelity in falsehood

Far beyond the veil of existence

There is rebirth…

Rebirth through skepsis

I seek the answers

Manifestation through question

I must abscond this domain

For I fear what dimensions

Await beyond it

And what fuels the mendacious

Will of the invisible

The enigma

Enlighten me augur that I may disinter

This elusive obscurity

Channeling the perpetual powers that be

Their misanthropy

And illuminate these sardonic forces

That I may forbear the coming maelstrom

For superstition has brought me here

Purpose has chosen me

A machination designed

To turn reality into a vault of lies

Fidelity in falsehood

Far beyond the veil of existence

There is rebirth…

Rebirth through skepsis

To denounce the spirit of time…

A most clever design

To deny the essence of actuality…

A mere conception

A misbegotten creation most surreal

The inverted infallibility

Far beyond the veil of existence

There is rebirth through celestial skepsis

Rebirth through skepsis