ingenious citations
falsehoods multiply
overload bravadoes
sancta excremento
all these proclamations
constructed in poetic way
flamboyant as may seem
are nothing more than dust in the wind
pointless and flashy
so no one cares
sancta excremento
no matter how or what
nothing matters in the end
as words fail
i whisper spells
i draw inscriptions
enclosing myself in mysticism
and just like dull reality
like my sole existence
all amount to nothing,
a random occurrence
in a vast desert of space
a coloring book i try to saturate