The Empty Throne

Expansion of the ever increasing universe

Thins down imperfect pictures

And certainty of the tangible existence

Trickles between fingers

Entering the center of the point.

Physical reality dies

Giving birth to the new order.

Negating all that has ever been said for good.

So what are we?

Attracted by the gravity of the black hole

Veiled by the faith in words

Proud of the promised immortality.

Hysteria at the moment of sudden illumination

Will ring with countless screams

Uniting in a sneer

Coming from the empty throne