The Nihilist

God is dead, or so it is said, 
What is one to turn to now?
Lost absolutes, and minds follow suit,
But one with a ‘why’ can survive any ‘how’

Right and wrong, they’ve been fake all along
Facts? There’re only interpretations
Nothing is known, and all are alone
Acts become futile, to many frustrations

Foundations begin to crumble
On the rocks of despair, stumble
Lost in the void, the empty abyss
An end to it all is a promise of bliss

And yet the end is not the end
Rise above, and overcome
Dismantling the common lies
Within the rubble a purpose to find

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