Three-Dee Melodie

Hideous on the edge of a precipice

The cavity filled up with forgetfullness

Beyond there's no retribution only war

Her society overtly

The meaning of existence

Can't be supplied by religion or ideologies

Left to all our creativity we must find

The real significance that wouldn't be mystified

The sense or non-sense that will emerge on a precipice

Is only the impact of the creative activity