Monologue With The Dust

Greyness of dreams brings eternal longing

For the colour of hypocrisy

You have been pushed into the arms of lies

By terror of your being

Vain hopes, which are fed with your weakness

Your fathers' sins hog-tied minds of this world

Mourn for ignorance and console yourself with faith

The shield, which protects you against real life

Take a look through the tears at blackness of your heart

And pray forgiveness,

Because in presence of the humankind's crimes

It is a blasphemy to suspect me of existence

You are dependent on finding solace in your extensive treasure,

The one produced by hundreds of dreams

And conscious mockeries

Redness of damnation guards your desires

But it is just one of the thousand lies

You renounce yourself to experience redemption

The new vestment of nonsense, which is hard to believe in

Faith is yet a sad becessity

The attempt of burying your eternal loneliness

In ashes of your pangs of conscience

Time of revelation is the time of death

End of illusion is our sentence

You are of the dust,

And you'll turn to dust again

I'll follow you