Emptiness Has No Regrets

Two throws of tens and let the dice roll, that some may live, and some may die, and at death, are comforted by soul’s mantle light. For deep beneath a vast ocean of lies, that have always foretold a promised place - where no righteous man or woman have ever been … Is where bright stars never rise or fall, and wide rivers that cease to ebb and flow, where angel’s trumpets neither sound nor blow - Is where blindness shadows endless tears, and jihadist dreams that fall on deafened ears, where lost Caliphates, Mullahs and prostrate Emirs … Is where emptiness has no regrets, a naked silence, shattered monuments, where four seasons weep, and all Heaven ends - for their faith’s reward - is abandonment.