God of Dust
What a pity that a man can not live by reason.
Otherwise he would not have lived.
I'm in front of you - a sick psychopath and a fool
But you do not get to close the door.
I should not be here - I despise you.
And yet you are my God of dust.
If all meaningless - why not revel in it?
In the end, we can laugh in the face of the world.
What a pity that a man can not live by reason.
Otherwise I would have destroyed you.
But now I do not want to see the truth,
Me enough despised one.
I should not be here - otherwise I forget who I am.
But I still in front of you -
a sick psychopath and a fool
And you do not get to close the door.