The misdirection stood as proof
My quest to find a way inside
The tower: not some holy goof.
I told him, “Fuck your lying speech
Your Gods are stones—let's break some now.
There. See how nihilism's reach
Is always short of sacred cows
That you preserve?” He's there today
Repairing that which never worked.
The other self arrived to pray
Before a god he never shirked.
Though sky within and sky without;
Within its ribs, its godly shell—
The dream of truth can't live—I shout:
“Nothing's nothing. Nothing's in hell!”
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