Benighted Human

By the power of death, I condemn you to nothingness He who lives peacefully in his sumptuous demesne Shall fall down and feel the agony and pain For I see benighted human as I see the great eye Beguile the unreality within his domain She dissembles her soul, he obscures his remains The unreal dalliance, umbrella and no rain An evanescent imaginary, an ephemeral non-existence Beautiful words, no searing pain Falling like a rain, dropped from the clouds Singing like Sinatra, silently but loud No pyramids, no cane, no calling, no train He’s like his father, she is really proud Buried in the clock, all four the same One, one and one, and again another one Those probably make 11:11, whatever it is I’m on my plane By the power of nothingness, I condemn you to death