I am the truth,

I seek the answer,

I hear the voice,

of screams,

in the distance,

flowing in the wind,

clogging my ears,

curdling my veins,

killing me,

slowly killing the rest of the world,

what is a god if there is no one to believe him,

still god indifferent,

but with no worship,

for the things we destroy,

for the people long lost,

but never forgotten,

without world,

all can exist,

but none to be known of,

like a tree with no one to hear it,

the body without nerves,

will fall into the blackness of night,

the peril of our own actions,

of us killing the world,

the purpose,

off and again,

gone.