Then we question what truly is "good".
Upon the stones sat the stars.
Bright but sparse flickers.
Only the absence of light bringing them definition.
Without darkness, i question the value of light.
Without evil, i question the necessity of good.
This menagerie treasures gold they can touch.
Yet believes the riches comes without price.
And idols a world where happiness and peace is excess.
To that they are fools,
To that they are slaves.
Chasing Luna's reflection on the waters surface.
Luna that they barely see.
Bless Luna,
Bless Luna.
The material and the flawed.
The clock stops
but time never does.
Carry on,
carry on.
Dreary; beautiful.
Continuous; endless.
Spinning they go, forever.
Simple thing they are,
Yet unseen depth exists.
I seek to know the reason,
The reason we question our existence,
More than our emotions.
Yet emotions,
Emotions are fake.
They do not exist.
For there isn't a definite way to measure it.
Despite knowledge of chemicals and such.
And so, emotions are not real.
Time is endless,
They are idiots,
And we are evil.
