A lifetime of emptiness

A landmine underfoot, a shining light, awash and lifting
Tone burnt brain, whispering and wandering
Flesh slabs stacked, in stance belonging
Oculum hallucinantur
Grasped at chance, baleful yearning
The restlessness of pining servants
Fidem mendaces, fidem stulti

Shining light awash and stark shone against a black whippet trunk
Beaming white, "All matter is just the devil crawling back to God."
Turn away and turn towards tone burnt beings crawling and probing
Beaming white, "All matter is just the devil crawling back to God."

Faith redoubled, distance standing
Blistering against the miles of desert
Spiritual deprivation, spiritual destruction
No God or harmony, no bliss, no empathy
Just a lifetime of emptiness and a belly of regret