“Flee! In haste you must go
Clear your mind, your soul
Catch! Life’s beauty and glow
Pray, for serenity’s warm blow”

Vested, your hardships, your flaws
Bested, ambitions and your goals
Tested, flesh, brain, and soul
Wasted, breath, heat, and all

Void, it was and Void it is
Void, before and to the edge
Void, is warmth, and cold again
Void, is more than nothingness

Within Void, beasts that roam,
Vermin, swine, down and low
Bored, and filthy they endure
Till Void consumes the flesh,
And their debt is paid in soul

Within Void, the wise fools groan
Tears, and lies they spawn, and
Cast in red like blood, the Void
And dowse it in forgetful cologne

The Void, moulded as they please
It’s black, cold, endless, and bleak
Or vivid, warm, with a caressing release
To Hell or Heaven–is what they plead

Within Void, wings could grow
The wise fools now–a Murder of Crows
Yet in the Void, soaring above all
A Hawk liberated, doomed like all

To Heaven or to Hell?
Nowhere else to go
Soaring and flapping,
Awaiting death’s blow

Anticipating the caress,
Of Void’s only goal
Wretched, and frightened,
Bored, yet tirelessly afloat

“I have only created Jinns and men, that they may serve Me.”
— Surah 51 (The Winnowing Winds)

Such there is Night، not Night as ours—Unhappy Folk
— J.R.R. Tolkien.

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