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...And thus he spoke

Your questions without answer

The salvation yous eek is void

The truth you seek is vapor

Clawing our way up a mountain - sisyphean

In our own blood and sweat we falter

In faith, in wish, on certain terms

The quest for the apex is a meaningless endeavour

We claw at the walls of the mountain till fingers become bone

With our blood at its roots the top is forever

Untouched

To defy the pointless climb towards the leading star

Simply stand

And regard the walls of the bloodsoaked mountainside

Motionless in being

To defy the rebellion the ultimate act of treason

No urge or motion to ascend

The ultimate power within the arms of the void

In nothing's embrace

And thus he spoke

Embrace nothing and become