Who is the
Nothing.
Well
He is:
The one we fail to see!
But he sure does
not like it to find a soul that’s free.
Loves to control
weak mortal men, loves to play boss.
Never cares for
human pain or freedom they have lost.
Plans his unassuming
games with Wim’s of Ne-ga-ti vi ty.
Destroyer of man’s precious souls, ruthless
Ad-ver-sa ry.
Where then is
the Nothing?
Well!
He is: Round us everywhere.
He’s favoured
place the hearts of folks who do not care,
Folks fallen for his threatful game
That brings but tears and grief and pain.
Souls that do
not know the road of misery and who.
Should you care
not to belief, go and watch the news,
Wake up your sleepy souls, behold the naked
truth.
This world of
ours knows far too much misery and grief.
Mother earth longs for some peace and blessed
sweet relief.
Where did the
Nothing come from?
Well!
From Godly realms on high.
Thought to
destroy man’s agency, caused turmoil in the sky
Thus, Father
cast him to the earth, drove him from his sight.
Many followed
him that morn, whilst the heavens cried.
Down here he’s
still unhappy, as well he ought to be,
Wanting us to
join his ranks and all their misery.
So, let us heed
Gods warning, be valiant and see.
That only faith
and fervent prayer will grand our life
From master
”Nothing “free.
