Be welcome all to
This hallowèd
Hall of reckoning and
Of judgment.
Let your eyes
Witness bear, see
Justice meted out
By unfeeling reality,
By a universe insensate,
Which we've empowered to
Weigh our wraiths
When we become intimate
With our sure doom of death.
From that death eternal we'll
Never rise, having lost
The golden prize that is life.
Then comes the time when
Our greatest invention,
With no contention,
The universal judge
Begins to feed.
It eats our stock of
Hoarded stores, our fears,
Emotions, what we are,
The templates of
The future "we," that in
Dreams we clearly see
And long to make reality.
And that's not all at all,
There's so much more:
The pain encased in
Erudite philosophies,
Transient pleasures
We create to plaster o'er
Envy, greed, lust and hate.
Though it made no sense,
In public I stood
Flaunting fancy vanity with
Rushed rhetoric, sophistry,
In the hope that there
Might be an unlikely
Host, just like thee!
An audience, ravenous,
Come to see
The stopping of the
Clock that's me.
When all is done, I trust,
That in return for the
Spectacle provided,
Someone will serve me
And honourably disperse
What I've become, a few
Handfuls of dust
Blown over the sea.
